Winter Almost Spent...( and a little Brantley-chuckle)

Does Almost-April's-Artist ever stop you in your tracks with a big, old WOW! 

Stunning simplicity is his style... doesn't it just make you wanna smile BIG?

The art of Almost April spills its charcoal sketch to burnished page

It draws tall towers on the hill that that bore the roar of winter’s rage

A tipsy-doodle in the middle of a yellow noonday spread

Makes Old Man Winter’s bluff and bluster melt like honey on warm bread

The art of Almost April etches the outline of naked trees

Like masterpieces on earth’s barren girth of wind-swept leas

It steals the breath of on-lookers eager for canvases, un-white

And keens the sanguine summer-dreamer’s bloom and green-leaf appetite

The art of Almost April often under-rated wows us so

It’s supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Oh,

Then stop and tip your fine felt hat to the painter of whimsy, dear

With but one color on his tray to decorate earth’s plain veneer

The art of Almost April kindles in the heart a heady flare

It makes us ready to return to till the land so still and bare

The art of almost April soothes the weathered wounds of discontent

And splays with dusky grays a work entitled Winter Almost Spent

© Janet Martin

I couldn’t figure out where Brantley found a piece of bread he was gleefully chomping on

…until later when I peeked in where I left the oven door open a little to finish cooling the loaves!