April Snow #2 or April Angel

Earth will not suffer long, my love

Her filigree of ice

Will fall prey to a song, my love

Of April’s avarice

A glutton for green joy-oh-joy

And plumage, purple-gold

She gathers frigid ‘boy-oh-boy’

Into a Story Told

And waltzes like a woman, oh

Too long of sun bereft

Across the dormant garden, oh

With magic in each step

…to dance a dueling promenade

Caught between March and May

An ebb-and-flow of Hope Betrayed

And laughter’s gladdest play

For she is April’s Angel-Queen

She melts forbidden snow

And spins a winsome world of green

From winter’s overflow

And where Her white wing-feathers fell

A yellow halo spills

To waken in the dryad's dell

The first spring-peeper trills

© Janet Martin