Understanding April

 After warm gold last week

 we're back to gray cold this week,

 but what we have is never all there is...

Drape your cape of gray around me

Something akin to violin lilt

Rides the breeze and ruffles the trees

Rousing the seamstress of green-thread gilt

Weigh the day in April showers

Purpose often does not tell its span

But lends tincture to the picture

Pressed kindly into God’s bigger plan

Laugh your autograph in raindrops

Trip across the dripping afternoon

For I can sense more than pretense

Wafting flower-laden in yon boon

© Janet Martin