If you would know love,
When the whole Earth unfolds under
The touch of a loving sun.
Not so hot it burns,
Nor so distant its touch is barely felt;
In April, the sun is a welcome companion.
Coming a bit closer each day,
Its presence felt like a warm hand
Reaching out, gently-
Coaxing a frozen landscape into
Covering itself in a million trillion
In April, the breeze stirs, fragrant and soft,
Over thawing Earth, rich with life and possibilities.
Winter dreams manifest as growing reality,
Seed coats splitting apart, allowing root and shoot
to reach beyond their imagining.
If you would know love, know April.
Words and Photos by Woodland Gnome, 2014