Song • National Poetry Month

Welcome to National Poetry Month! Check back here at Hedgehog Lover for a new poem every day in April — and send me your favorite poem, or one that catches your attention, or the poem you memorized in high school, or... you get it.

To get us started, here is a poem shared with me by Mike.

Song A rowan like a lipsticked girl.

Between the by-road and the main road

Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance

Stand off among the rushes.

There are the mud-flowers of dialect

And the immortelles of perfect pitch

And that moment when the bird sings very close

To the music of what happens. by Seamus Heaney courtesy University of New Mexico