Beth Brower is the author of several books, including The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion, The Q, the Books of Imirillia, and The Beast of Ten. She also writes here on Beth Brower Scribbles Away.
DEAR READER APRIL,
April. Do the work you are meant to do! Give us rain, and plenty, but throw the clouds about, let no weather complain low and grey for long. Billow, pile, push them high, let the sun carve away at the edges of these ephemeral forces.
For sun must break the clouds if the bulbs are to break the soil. It is a joint reaching.
And let us reach with them. Arms stretched, legs tired from walking about on early spring evenings. We, as we must, will do our part. Only, give us all that we cannot give ourselves. Wash away the lengths of winter. Wash away the measurements of those cold-season griefs.
You are created for promises, April.
We will keep our own, and wait.