Pardon Me, TS Eliot

The poet TS Eliot said that “April is the cruelest month” but I can’t really agree with him on a day like today. There was a sliver of a moon in the east as the sun rose to a crystal clear dawn. There is the promise of warmth in the rising sun.

After months of looking out at the monotone landscape of our back yard, I now see the hint of green. And, in these delicate, pale purple Snow Glories growing in my wife’s garden, there is the promise of better things to come.


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  1. It would be cruel to shoulder TS Eliot with the full blame for the musical ‘Cats’. Yet, who can measure the suffering that would have been avoided if he had not written those poems? So, the commentary on this beautiful April flower resonates. Point taken.

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