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Although it’s decidedly unpoetic, Poets.org has an interesting list of FAQ for National Poetry Month. I learned they chose April to reduce celebratory competition (Black History Month (February) and Women’s History Month (March)) not because “April is the cruelest month,” though that’s why I’d pick it. T.S. Eliot — for those of you wracking your brains.

Yesterday, it snowed and drizzled most of the day, like god’s own little april fool’s day joke. Daffodils on the south side of the yard are poking up, but pausing on days like yesterday. Today is the tease, like Eliot said: the sky is clear, with only a few swift moving clouds. It’s bright, but only 40 degrees now (10:30 a.m.). I’m putting off my walk on the hopes it’ll get warmer; I’ll risk the sun exposure now and then.

I should be able to put the down comforter away, trade the heavy blanket for cotton, and even open the windows in April, but this morning I have wool socks on my feet and a sweater on inside. Instead it’s still “mixing / Memory and desire, stirring / Dull roots…”