Tenderly, April – a poem by Emalisa Rose

Tenderly, April


In the latitude of longitude
life is blinking in its cradle
of this peek-a-boo dream.

Flowers springing in the
womb of willow trees,

as April paints her branch
with optimist brush,

fingers crossed
behind her back

toes tip in the hush
of newborn celebration

within seconds clocked
following the final frost.

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue, helping to tend to a cat colony in the neighborhood. She lives by a beach town, which provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her latest collection of poetry is “On the whims of the crosscurrents,” published by Red Wolf Editions. 

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