"Figures on the Sand, Annisquam, 1915" (1915) by Elizabeth Wentworth Roberts [1871-1927].
April afternoon
promises of summer
...but only promises
we still need to walk
through the shadows
before we reach full sun
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April afternoon
promises of summer
...but only promises
we still need to walk
through the shadows
before we reach full sun
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window opens wide
life on hold for too long
she will get out
of her rumpled pajamas
toss the paper flowers
and walk among the living
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not trusting in
the brilliance of talent
the dancer fails to
let herself shine
preferring tricks of light
with rhinestones
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after a lesson
a piano teacher
can't be faulted
for picking up a pipe
it may be the only thing
between her and murder
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fresh brewed and cooled
with twice as much milk,
sugared with a heavy hand
then served with cakes
cookies and laughter
coffee time
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the fact that birds
can fly even higher
than the fortifications
of Assisi
must have given Francis
hope for man's soul
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perennial
pansies are guaranteed
to arrive each spring
if nothing else is
available to make you smile
head to the garden
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please sit down
just for a moment
while I drink my tea
let me remember
when I was young like you
and still had a friend
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"wear a red babushka
otherwise how will
he know you?"
did she even ask
if I wanted to be known
by a stranger?
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I can't help myself
I want to run to the woman
in the black dress
I want to tell her, "Stand
up straight and tall--show
the world you're worth it!"
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nothing was ever
quite level or square
but curtains crisp
and freshly washed gave
the house a warmth
recognizable as home
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April dusk
a twisting skein
of latecomers to this
novel spring
their back and forth:
safe--not safe
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rain showers
nearly every day
--April is like that
find a pink umbrella
and the rain will seem
a little less daunting
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my little prattler
from morning til evening
she comments and questions
with the sun setting later
my evening glass of wine
grows fuller each day
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they think I'm practicing
and leave me alone
for a few moments
I delve into words
that have aroused much ire
among the less passionate
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in her pictures of mothers
and their children
a tenderness
in her "Lilacs in a Window"
the addition of the fragrance
of May gardens
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the warm days
too quickly gone
time to head home
where who knows what
is in store
perhaps a pot of stew
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they call me Bird
the name is fitting
on today of all days
freedom or security--
in front of a bay window
the decision is easy
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no Easter Bunny
deliveries this year
chocolate will not
be missed as long as
the sun shines
spring 2020
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"Chaste Giovanna"
my choice to remain a virgin
affords me many advantages
the name bothers me not--
besides, what man wants a woman
who is perfumed with paint?
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