Farewell April 2014

Our wearied optimism reaches past this cold, gray day

Spring charms that we envisioned have been pinned on sleeves of May

For April did not flatter us with honey-golden guile

But scattered flurries where we dreamed of daffodil-drenched isle

April unleashes her farewell in phlegmatic downpour

We do not mourn her passing as we haste her through the door   

For our misconception of a bonny green-eyed lass

Has waned; and now to merry May we lift hope’s polished glass

Dear April, please do not consider us vulgar or rude

We do not want to shoulder long this morose attitude

But oh, the farmer hungers for the thrill of furrow-dust

How long must we be patient, pleading for anointed trust?

The gardener is waiting with perfection planted dream

The poet pines for music of dusk’s amethyst requiem

The lad inside the window wonders when the rain will end

While mother murmurs prayers and platitudes to be patient

Farewell then, fretting shower where the flower waits to bloom

May waits to strum the hour with froth-cloth of petal plume

We wait to till earth’s thoroughfare and plant its field once more

But first we kindly usher April out through Time’s back door

© Janet Martin

After the storms in the central/southern states the past few days (thoughts and prayers are with you) it seems trite to even almost grumble or be negative but this April/ winter and spring so far has broken numerous records NOT on the sunny, warm side. We had one or two truly warm, pleasant days in April; not enough to dry fields and allow farmers to plant at all! Still, God is in control and we do not want to question His order…