I never grow tired of Jane Hirshfield (1953-) and her clear, calming verse.
“Stone and Knife”
One angle blunts, another sharpens
Loss also: stone & knife
Some griefs augment the heart,
enlarge;
some stunt.
Scentless loosestrife,
rooms unwalked in,
these losses are small.
Others cannot be described at all.
live in the layers 
Your blog makes me wish April was twice as long.