{"id":19150,"date":"2017-04-08T10:06:27","date_gmt":"2017-04-08T14:06:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/?p=19150"},"modified":"2017-04-08T10:12:29","modified_gmt":"2017-04-08T14:12:29","slug":"grateful-for-april","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/2017\/04\/08\/grateful-for-april\/","title":{"rendered":"Grateful for April"},"content":{"rendered":"

The long tail of winter is tough on me, not least because I\u00a0never know when it is done having its fun. And this winter has been tougher than most, one of relentless tumult in the country and the world — raised voices, uncertainty, tense encounters and waiting upon the unpredictable next thing. But mostly — a long, dark, cold, biding time.<\/p>\n

There is one moment, however, that signals a sharp divide between winter and the more blessed seasons to come.\u00a0There may be more weather in the offing, but something, unquestionably, has busted loose.<\/p>\n

\"Photo:
\nPhoto: Paul VanDerWerf<\/a>, Creative Commons, some rights reserved<\/em><\/p>\n

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April Light<\/strong><\/h3>\n

All day warm wind withered the late fall of snow,
\nrunoff sheeting over still frozen ground, down
\na hundred runlets toward the river. A gray day
\nwith low clouds ripping north on bluster from the south.<\/p>\n

Yesterday sunny and cold, today cloudy and warm\u2014
\nweather upside down. All night long south wind
\nmoans, as I read by the bedstand light, sleepless, uneasy,
\nas if something in me knows what is about to happen.<\/p>\n

It starts with a long, loud crack, then grinding, booming–
\nthe whole reservoir welling up, breaking the back of the ice.
\nThe spillway chock-a-block with jostling slabs and roaring water–
\nice-out, like a hammer through a plate glass window.<\/p>\n

Come morning, I go to see. Snowdrops by the foundation wall
\nforecast fairer days. The trail down the bank is a slash of mud.
\nFast black water churns under a pale sun, milky in clots with slush.
\nA full-grown cedar hangs by its roots halfway over the dam.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The long tail of winter is tough on me, not least because I\u00a0never know when […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":83,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[6128,14],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19150"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/83"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19150"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19157,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19150\/revisions\/19157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/allin\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}