Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything,
That’s how the light gets in.

~ from Anthem by Leonard Cohen

Sunlight on the pantry door

A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night.

~ by Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Sensitive Plant, 1820

Bloom where you are planted

Evening darkens over

The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
There’s sound of distant thunder.

There’s not a ship in sight;
And as the sun goes under,
Thick clouds conspire to cover
The moon that should rise yonder.
Thou art alone, fond lover.

The Evening Darkens Over by Robert Bridges (1844-1930, England)

April is poetry month.

Yoda in the snow

1
Brushes and paints are all I have
To speak the music in my soul—
While silently there laughs at me
A copper jar beside a pale green bowl.

2
How strange that grass should sing—
Grass is so still a thing …
And strange the swift surprise of snow
So soft it falls and slow.

Quatrains by Gwendolyn Bennett

April is poetry month.