Is April the Cruellest Month?

We are fooled by April, coaxed into an optimism about life that is often undeserved. The sudden burst of life pulsing through the roots of our outdoor existence makes us feel like super heroes (or heroines) too when we see the persistence of growth and birth after
winter has tried to kill off the light, and vitality of the garden.

The birds are learning to sing again. Sing early in the glow of an
early waking sun. And we want to sing too. but we need ears to hear this song.

Yes, it is cruel of April that it disappoints us in the end. Like new love we open ourselves up to the possibilities only to be thrust
away after we have sampled the pleasures that cannot sustain us.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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