Mr. April

 (even the sunrise has been a little 'moody' the past few days, with the clouds claiming the horizon-line and stretching past eight o' clock before releasing the sun)

Ah, you moody beauty

Cantankerous delight

Teasing first with sun-spun mirth

Then cloud-feathers of white

Ah, dearest mellow fellow

Ah, testy troubadour

Of frigid sheen and virgin green

And violet-fragrant floor

Ah, harbinger of summer

Ah, dregs of winter’s blast

You vex, perplex nature’s vortex

With gray and gold contrast

Ah sweet, sinister mister

You ride the buxom breeze

Then leap upon a bully storm

Without apologies

Ah, darling moody beauty

How nonchalant you blow

As you caress spring's timid tress

With frost-florets of snow

© Janet Martin 

It is such a day today, one moment sunny then the wind howls, unleashing a volley of flakes, that melt when the sun re-appears!