Mid-April Snow

Last night I sensed a brooding  restlessness in the gathering of daylight...this morning I knew why!

It bullies in without invitation

No celebration or rousing rah-rah

Even the robin declares his frustration

Vexed at a landscape reluctant to thaw

Dear old man winter, you’ve worn out your welcome

Take your white troops to the far side of earth

There they are waiting to greet you with bells on

Here we are weary of ice-feather mirth

Hearts are half-crazy for violet and daisy

Our bodies starved for gold kiss of the sun

April is famous for showers, not flurries

Take your vile humor, oh winter and run

We dream of grandstands upon hillside meadow

Where we will lie on dusk’s blue-shadow grid

Somehow white beauty outside every window

No longer moves me the way it once did

Baritone banter of half-spring surrender

Tosses bud-tresses eager to bestow

Green gilded glory of first-blossom splendor

Where you have decked her with mid-April snow

© Janet Martin

Went out for a walk/run tonight; it was painfully cold and insultingly beautiful;)