I spent the last Friday morning in April walking about the neighborhood. It was a gorgeous morning and the Scilla siberica that I spotted, were blooming.
APRIL MORNINGI would spend a morning With an April apple tree, Speaking to it softly And laughing out in glee. All the summer sunshine And all the winter moon Are shining in the blossoms That will be gone so soon. I will spend a morning With a friendly apple tree, Hearing many secrets That it will tell no one. I will take a morning To drink the beauty in: I will take a morning – But how shall I begin?
– George Elliston –