April is the cruelest month

[dreamshark]

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead lands, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

T.S. Eliot would have loved this April. None of that damn warm weather, blooming lilacs, spring rains stirring dull roots to life. It's all dead lands out there now. Blick.

But an optimistic young cardinal that didn't get the memo is What-Cheering away out there in our side yard, bless his little heart. May you win the highest branches of the last remaining elm on the block, little cardinal.

Comments

[mle292.livejournal.com]

That Eliot was such a cheerful fellow.

[dreamshark.livejournal.com]

1922. All of Europe had post-world-war PTSD.

[mle292.livejournal.com]

That makes quite a bit of sense.

[mplsfish.livejournal.com]

As soon as I read this I saw a male cardinal in a tree. Maybe it was just the weather but he seemed to be positively glowing and emitting rays of red. Or, it was a cherry tree getting impatient and lent him some red.