Monday, April 13, 2009

April Poem

April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.

--T.S. Eliot

1 comment:

  1. Sis,

    I love following your blog! You have such a unique way of writing about things! You asked me to test the "posting" comments section so hopefully this will show up.

    Love Toni