T.S. Eliot said, "April is the cruelest month."
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
This April has been cruel.
Snowstorms, rainstorms and chills.
With hope– tulips, daffodils, magnolias & more will endeavor to pop for our Passover and Easter.
Pastel, 8x10, SOLD