April is National Poetry Month, and I’m thinking of TS Eliot, Geoffrey Chaucer and William Shakespeare, who all wrote poems with April in them. I think of William Carlos Williams, and “the song of leaves”
So beautiful, this time of new green leaves, and sparrows and robins in the branches. Dawn chorus, and the solitary notes of a mourning dove. Time of yellow daffodils and forsythia, blue sky and magnolias blooming!
Violets and dandelions in the new spring grass…
April is a time of hope and renewal, and we feel it, too, maybe especially this year, after the last year we’ve been through.
There are still people dying of the virus, even as vaccines are becoming more readily available. The Chicago Tribune reported as of Saturday, that 70% of people over 65 in Illinois have received at least one dose of vaccine.
Now, we share our vaccine experiences standing in line at Walgreens.
People are thinking of the future, again. New jobs, new opportunities. New ways of doing things.
For some, the future means visiting loved ones, or a vacation somewhere.
For some people, it means thinking about buying a house; for others, being able to pay some bills.
Me, I think about taking the Blue Line train downtown, past UIC and the Medical Center, getting off at Monroe, standing under the Calder in Federal Plaza, walking down Dearborn St. to see the Chagall mosaic, the Miro, the Picasso, and then to Millennium Park to walk around The Bean.
Perhaps next spring, next year, the streets downtown will be full of people. But for now, I imagine the pigeons are dancing in the plazas, like they do every spring. Life is beginning again.