In Early April Comments

deep down, where heart and soul are neighbors, we were dizzy with the yellow joy of early April - beautiful!

Hi, Daniel! I’m here exploring earlier poems of yours. I like the warm, the pleasant recollection in this as in other poems of yours. I’m reminded, as I’m sure are others, of the significance or weight of (not so) little things like a touch or gesture. I like and relate to the yellow joy of April in the closing line. -Glen

felt a quieter delight unfold and swell: ....................reminds me of 'inflating' butterfly wings and flower blossoms. it seems the child drew back or you two surged forward, or something. ;) a delightful poem on this September day. it shall have a place in my/our Section B of September 2016's showcase for PH poets. when i read funnel i got a bit concerned that you might be hit by a cyclone/tornado. but no, thank goodness. THAT could have ruined the day. bri :)

I find myself completely caught up in this poem, delighted. Oh yes, this is the way it ought to be be. But I am haunted by the yellow chimney smoke and the 'funnel of clouds / rising slowly into a pale blue sky, ' and I realize how fragile, how tentative, how temporary (amid 'these decades of silence') and how precious such experiences are. The images that will linger with me, refreshing me from time to time, are promises 'as fresh / as the dew still clinging to the grass' and the hands 'swaying / like a censer spraying lilac scent, / our favorite, into the Sunday air.'

I could visualize your rambling with someone whose company you cherish in the April month with the smell of Lilacs in the air. Lilacs are harbingers of Spring and the purple Lilacs smbolize the sprouting of the earliest emotions of love! 'Your touch was was soft like lilac's breath' indicates that love is in the air! Enjoyed this picturesque poem!

i sometimes get confused if' narratives' or description or poems have sort plot be called poem/ poetry? yet we have anthologies of such poetical genre... i read American or new poetey and find what Virginia Woolf called it ' stream of consciousness'. Ashbury, Bukowski, Whitman, etc. so poor sometimes to be a reader...lolx and i like April any way

This poem is presented - as you usually do - so freshly and vividly, like a screen before the readers' eyes. A lovely, heart-warming poem!

It's so sweet, Daniel! Fulfilled promises!