National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry month.
I have always loved poetry. When in younger years I kept my love of poetry a secret.
I don't really  know why, perhaps out of fear of not "fitting" in at a time I felt was important.
Poetry speaks for me the feelings in my heart that I cannot express for myself.
I am not afraid to admit that now.
                                                                   Nature, the gentlest mother,
                                                                   Impatient of no child.
                                                                    -Emily Dickinson-

This is my letter to the world

That never wrote to me

The simple news that Nature told

With her tender majesty.

Her message is committed

To hands I cannot see;

For love of her, Sweet country men,

Judge tenderly of me.

-Emily Dickinson-

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune

Without the words,

And never stops at all.

-Emily Dickinson-

Who is your favorite poet?

The Girasole Lady