It is WILD-windy-rainy today! but what was a snow-drift the other day is now a puddle;)
April shower melts cold mantle from woodland and garden plot
Stirring buds of tulip, lilac, violet, forget-me-not
Long the fists of Old Man Winter clenched spring-sashes in
deep freeze
Now we dream of fragrance snowing white from bloom-frothed
apple trees
April shower stirs the cheer-a-lee from robin, dove and lark
Probing to the pulse of petals cupped within hope’s budded
dark
Soon the stricken form of winter-land will flaunt fresh robes
of green
As we gaze in renewed wonder where brown barrenness had been
April showers, heaven’s canticle from lowered laud-less
strings
Yet we feel a reel of flowers forming in these brooding
flings
Dance, the dark of winter passes in spring’s rain-drop
symphony
Soon the earth will be a garden where the winter used to be
© Janet Martin
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