After the storm

After a spell of searing heat, April thunderstorms have been cooling the city every evening. After a storm, the sky burns distantly with the remnant embers of the day. 



That reminds me of two of Eliot’s verses:

April is the cruellest month, breeding  
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing  
Memory and desire, stirring  
Dull roots with spring rain.


from “The Waste Land”


And then the morning brings the excited chitter of sparrows. I need to set up a nest box, because this guy and his woman-in-waiting are trying to stuff straw into our rolled-up bamboo curtains.




O quick quick quick, quick hear the song-sparrow,
Swamp-sparrow, fox-sparrow, vesper-sparrow
At dawn and dusk.  Follow the dance
Of goldfinch at noon.


from “Cape Ann”

Beej
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