softly
snowfall
suddenly
coming to rest
stopping
silently sitting
a reminder
soon
it will melt
seasons
one into another
there
will be more
© 2026 j.g. lewis
April is Poetry Month
a daily breath
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Mondays are just young Fridays
The ice and snow of the past season melt slowly, opening paths we have avoided through the winter or passed over anyway.
The ritualistic sounds of Canada Geese returning home become more obvious each day.
We pull lighter jackets from the back of the closet and might not even bother with winter mitts and hats.
Our landscape’s lifeless trees now seem to offer possibility as we wait for buds to form, the appearance of leaves, and then the full-on foliage of the canopy that will shelter us from summer heat still months away.
We notice these habitudes and happenings.
We follow these patterns like a promise.
Spring itself is a promise. Hinting of better days ahead, more daylight and an increase in temperatures, there is a resolve to make us feel better about ourselves.
Spring, right now, is the promise we need.
j.g.l.
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fallow
Barren trees.
The day’s rain now watermarks through dust on the hood of a car, unremarkable as the clouds.
A Robin lands on a skinny limb, surveys the fallow for nutrition or nesting material, and then flies off. A pair of tiny Swallows flit across a lawn devoid of colour, last year’s leaves pressed into the surface.
It is as much evening as afternoon. Daylight offers no real answers. It must be Spring.
Hope is in the wind.
We don’t notice the absence of birdsong until it returns, then wonder how we made it through the Winter. We long for warmer mornings when you sleep with an open window and wake to the joyous sound.
We should make a point of listening, closer, to the birds. We should notice when we lose the sound to chilly winds, knowing hope will return.
Pay attention.© 2019 j.g. lewis
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keep it real
Shouldn’t we know by now, the cost of the silence, the strength of the debt, and the value of the time it has taken to reach this conclusion? Quick solutions are rarely complete, hypothetical proposals have few requirements to meet. Waste of time or space in the mind? Keep it real; wouldn’t you be better off knowing?
j.g.l.
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Mondays are just young Fridays
Balance. Right now,
daylight and that of
the night equal.
For a time,
the sun will stretch
its shadows a little
further each day.
There is more.
We will notice things
we have avoided
for a while.
Pay attention; all
you have is now
and a will to do
what you are able.
It can be a lot.
Remember,
it is neither
give and take nor
trial and error.
Balance.
See the light, not
what holds it back.
© 2026 j.g. lewis