April Showers

 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