Spring has its own kind of power, it gets straight from Apollo. April’s blessings blossom and shower along the flower path you follow.
How long has it been since you felt the sun shine on your shoulders, making you happy (like John used to say, in the yarn he spun)? Winter was so long and the weather, crappy.
In the evening, sit down to watch the star shine as the sky goes from blue to orange to black. No velvet cloth has ever been so fine as this background is for the zodiac.
Be still as the clouds gather for rain… With luck, it will only bring passing pain.
Photo and poem copyright 2025 Michelle Garren-Flye