April is still Poetry Month

Some bright flowers are nice on a morning that is gray and damp -- much needed actually as we're in a bit of a drought.  It will green the grasses a great deal.  Here is a poem by Waslawa Szmborska, the Polish  Nobel laureate who died this past February.

A NOTE

Live is the only way
to get covered in leaves,
catch your breath on the sand,
rise on wings;

To be a dog,
or stroke its warm fur;

Or tell pain
from everything it's not;

To squeeze inside events,
dawdle in views,
to seek the least of all possible mistakes.