Finding April
Rhoda Karr
She, is a garden. Imperfect, loving, pierced by weeds with their green and stubborn thorns, blessed with fragility.
The storms came and she huddled, protecting her little buddlings from the onslaught of water, of peril, of life.
She stood and parted the grey clouds with a gentle wave of her hand her little buds thrived and grew into the strong and sweetly scented blossoms she hoped for and as she stood back to admire this garden, more buddlings burst forth under her sun, her smile, her gift.
One day, she gathered all her beautiful blossoms and told them frankly, she would have to leave soon. The sky sprinkled tears and she waved them away but not before a dancing rainbow appeared above her splendid garden of color and strength.
She turned back to her garden and smiled “See?” The rainbow framed her face like a halo.
“I will have to be ripped from this soil, my roots run deep, entangled with your roots, so delicately, with your roots. When I go, you may wilt for just a moment but when you regain your foothold in the soil, you will grow stronger and learn to shelter your own blossoms.”
“Look up and you will see me in the shades of blue, the yellow of the sun.
You will feel me in the warm ocean breezes.
You will hear me in the wind through the trees rustling tender new leaves.
You will know me in the dappled sunlight, where our shadows embrace.
And we will dance.”
The storms came and she huddled, protecting her little buddlings from the onslaught of water, of peril, of life.
She stood and parted the grey clouds with a gentle wave of her hand her little buds thrived and grew into the strong and sweetly scented blossoms she hoped for and as she stood back to admire this garden, more buddlings burst forth under her sun, her smile, her gift.
One day, she gathered all her beautiful blossoms and told them frankly, she would have to leave soon. The sky sprinkled tears and she waved them away but not before a dancing rainbow appeared above her splendid garden of color and strength.
She turned back to her garden and smiled “See?” The rainbow framed her face like a halo.
“I will have to be ripped from this soil, my roots run deep, entangled with your roots, so delicately, with your roots. When I go, you may wilt for just a moment but when you regain your foothold in the soil, you will grow stronger and learn to shelter your own blossoms.”
“Look up and you will see me in the shades of blue, the yellow of the sun.
You will feel me in the warm ocean breezes.
You will hear me in the wind through the trees rustling tender new leaves.
You will know me in the dappled sunlight, where our shadows embrace.
And we will dance.”