One April Afternoon

'It's certainly nothing to write home about',

some would say of One Gray April Afternoon

Still, the sense of Something sparks a sacredness in tasks

like defrosting the freezer and counting what is left  

of last year's garden as we plan for planting and preserving...

...and baby herbs are transplanted to give them toddling-space

...and from old belongings new life by simple rearranging

(nothing like a photo to reveal balance/purge flaws😀)

It certainly would seem like nothing much to write about

but...

It falls before my wondering eyes as soft as stars of snow

Then melts before its touch is dry to days of long ago

And all that stays after it plays One April Afternoon

Are echoes of a melody that somehow lost its tune

It wades through worlds of still-furled gardens filled with will-be-flow’rs

A sparkle, nondescript in a quick scale of heady hours

And I have nothing left to show for its fine happiness

But a heart-cup that overflows with home-sweet thankfulness

It breeds a sense of Something no words can encapsulate

Like fires that leave nothing but cold ash on darkened grate

Yet in a corner of the grand scheme of time’s ardent stride

It snares a bit-‘o-ballad to keep somewhere deep inside

It plays a masterpiece like Fur Elise on keys of thought

It steals my breath, the way life's day-to-day can slip to naught

And all that stays after it plays One April Afternoon

Is the sense of promenade in an empty ballroom

© Janet Martin

p.s. I have not forgotten about what's-for-supper-Thursday posts

but sometimes I do forget in the moment, to take photos!
last night we had leftover beef-stew, dill pickles, crackers
and the last of a precious brick of cheese!
One ' hungry customer' remarked that they wonder if anyone else in the world
has beef-stew as often as we do!
Not that I'm complaining. It's really good!
 this person quickly added to save himself from
an invitation to cook! 😆