Bugs and buddings, seedlings and pods, blooms and  tendrils
a few signs of a spring that is finally begun :)

 Beautiful spring day and I headed out to see sunset. I asked a friend if i should go to lake or river. The answer was river.This river, the Cedar River, starts in Minnesota and travels 338miles (544 km) to join with the Iowa River to continue it's journey to the Mississippi River. It was first known  as the Red Cedar River referring to the trees that flourished along it's banks. History dates 1844 as the year a steamboat made it up from the Mississippi to  navigate  the river. It is at the center of my city, Cedar Rapids, Iowa.

April

April! April! April!
With a mist of green on the trees--
And a scent of the warm brown broken earth
On every wandering breeze;
What, though thou be changeful,
Though thy gold turns to grey again,
There's a robin out yonder singing,
Singing in the rain.

April! April! April!
'Tis the Northland hath longed for thee,
She hath gazed toward the South with aching eyes
Full long and patiently.
Come now--tell us, sweeting,
Thou laggard so lovely and late,
Dost know there's no joy like the joy that comes
When hearts have learned to wait?

                                                                                                                              Virna Sheard

April Flower

Bloom for me,
My April flower.
Show your beauty,
I'll take a gander.

The wind scatters your scent
Giving me the feeling of heaven.
You're the perfection i've dreamt,
The one that i've chosen.

Bloom for me,
My April Flower,
And let me see,
Your petals that matches no other.

I know you're not mine
And you did not grew for me
I can only see you again this time
Unable to resist fate's cruelty.

Bloom for me,
My April Flower,
Though we're not destined to be,
Stay in my heart and take shelter.

In my heart, you will not wilt,
You will eternally bloom..
Even if i am burdened by this guilt,
and love is my certained doom.

Bloom for me for the last time,
At least i can call this moment mine
Ignore my reasons that doesn't rhyme,
Show me your beauty that i can't define.

Bloom..for all eternity..April Flower.

John Paul Ang

Lady April

This day…awoke April
In a terrible mood
If months had bad hair days
Then this one certainly could

This day dawned early
With cold and grouchy demeanor
Obviously having awakened
On the wrong side of her bed

With un-April like winds
That sliced like a knife
And had all the bad manners
Of moody March instead

I like to ascribe to the months
Their own personalities and ways
From the surreal colors of September
To the mild, merry manners of May

But I also respect, and know when to stay
Inside, cozy, warm
and totally out of her way
When lady April is having a bad ‘air day'

I know that the morrow will likely dawn warm and showery
She'll dawn with a yawn and ne'er admit
That she's e'en the slightest bit sorry
April's snits, as you know, ne'er last very long

She beckons us out to warm breezes
To tease us, (and a few sneezes maybe)
And just like the lady she is, and pleases to be
Will never admit she was wrong

David Whalen

Trust A Tree

Trust a tree
Here in tree
You find life
Life is beautiful
See the beauty
Enjoy the life.

Smile and smile
Nothing to weep
So long as
There is a tree
Trust the tree
It is life.

Sing a song
With the tree
If you can
And find the things
You have within
Grace of the tree.

Get everything here
In tree, trust the tree
The tree is life's spring
Summer and rain and also winter
Trust the tree, the tree is
Here only for You.

gajanan mishra

Trees

Trees, trees,
Bustling with leaves
Waves at clouds
And dances in the breeze,
They provide a canopy
From the summer heat
A natural retreat
For both men and beast.

Tree, trees,
Hustling with leave
Provide shelter
To birds and bees,
They bring serenity
And heavenly peace
And provide food
To men and beast.

Trees, trees,
Rustling in the breeze
Supplies oxygen
All for free,
Wood and timber
For our daily needs
Trees, trees,
Are great friends indeed.

Rajesh Thankappan