April lessons

As an April child myself I find my soul at home in this particular month. Always living on the border. Sometimes silent and at peace, sometimes aggressive and in passion, but always, always, no matter what- pushing forth with an almost violent force towards life. One foot in the nothingness of winter, the other in the fullness of summer. Not there, not there, here... Here- on the crossroads, in April... here- where death and birth intertwine, here where it gets stormy at times...

Energy and smiles waking up from a periodic slumber...

Trees breathing blossoms in the moody weather...

Is it cold? Is it warm? We wear summer jackets and catch a cold.

April just like hope are dangerous creatures

But the trees keep blossoming, they care not...

Here where the confusion is great, here in April- I feel at home, at home in the April storms. Yet the trees care not. The trees silently, without a quarrel, follow the steady, unencumbered rebirth, they slowly and surely reach out every branch to the warming sun and they flower, they crave life as I do but they never waver, no matter the weather.

So I am learning from the trees...