A poem by Lylanne Musselman
This Poem is for the Birds
Busy birds, flock in Indianapolis
confused by this inclement spring –
the rain relentless. A few gully washers
are expected in April to precipitate May,
plush and drenched in sun; robins embroider
round earthworms in green tapestry,
every tree a budding poet.
But this spring, the sky quilts itself
in clouds, the warmth cozies close
to the sun; the wind weaves a chill
that hangs in the air, wafts birdsongs
into the blues, and young trees unravel,
wavering before they bloom.
The Indiana Humanities Council is posting poems on Think.Read.Talk. by Hoosier poets in celebration of National Poetry Month. Other Indiana celebrations include poetry readings at the Artsgarden (above the intersection of Illinois and Washington Streets, Indianapolis), performed each Monday at 12:15 p.m. For a schedule of events, click here.