The Cruelest Season
April is the cruellest month, breeding/ Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/ memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain./ Winter kept us warm, covering/ Earth in forgetful snow, feeding/ A little life with dried tubers.” –T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land Well, Eliot certainly had a point about April. I mean I am an… Read More The Cruelest Season