Spring Winks

“April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ Memory and desire, stirring/ Dull roots with spring rain.” —From T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land

Just beyond my reach 

in the highest branches,

tilted just enough for the sun

to catch the edge and cause

the tiny flower to wink, grasp

my attention, a late bloom

after a such a cruel winter,

a tiny gift of purple hues,

waiting just for me.

—C.L.Fisher, April 2021

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