01 Apr 2019

April is National Poetry Month

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Poetry is great way to use our minds to think about the hidden meanings in the words we read as well as people we know or events we witness. Take a few minutes and ponder this poem about after the winter. What does the end winter mean to you…

After the Winter

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
And ferns that never fade.

By: Claude McKay (1889 – 1948)

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