We’re heading for the day before April, a day I pause to reflect, much like the day before the new year. It’s a day to say goodbye to the winter past. (How snowy the days, how warm the fireplace, how tasty the stews brought to us by a friend who says, “I can’t learn to cook for two.”) On the day before April, I also think of the future, for April is a time of dreams and hope and renewal, a month full of promise. The yard outside my office window changes color. Trees gradually flow from brown to green; pastel flowers open overnight.
The day before April is a day of anticipation, the most marvelous feeling of excitement ahead when I can do anything.
The Day Before April
The day before April
Alone, alone,
I walked in the woods
And I sat on a stone.
I sat on a broad stone
And sang to the birds.
The tune was God’s making
But I made the words.
–by Mary Carolyn Davies
I first learned of this poem through fabulous writer Claudia Mills’ blog, “An Hour a Day.” I’m sure my friend will tell the story of the Mills’ family holiday on her blog on March 31. Be sure to look for it: http://claudiamillsanhouraday.blogspot.com/
