Speaking Out For April!

Some more 'for-the-record-book shots' of a mid-April snow-day!

 But now, on April's behalf I beg!!!

Find her a fairy with wands made of cherry-bloom

Fix her a halo of silk sun-spun gold

Toss her a silver-mist mantle; a candle

Held to a hollow where violets unfold

Sing her a florist with daffodil havens

Fight for her right to umbrellas and such

Give her an apron; pockets full of rain-song

To waken bracken and furrow’s first dust

Shake a firm finger at old, Old Man Winter

Smoking his pipe in some sky belvedere

Tapping out ashes in big, white, wet splashes

Laughing as if he has nothing to fear    

Woo the warm zephyr too timid to venture

Over the sheen of pristine shiver-hue

Shout out a piece of your mind to the cold, bold

Philanderer of diamonds waiting to be dew

Daydream a picnic on green-meadow blankets

Fancy spring frocks of lilac and willow

Listen to catch the faint tolling of bluebells

Ringing in woodlots still covered with snow

Take a big heart and fill it with good wishes

Break it apart like a bud full of leaf

Whisper a picture of brooks filled with fishes

Forgive the maker of April’s mischief      

Croon a tune soft with pink inkling of summer

Kiss her a promise of tulip-pansy

Fluster the bluster of dusk’s dark-eyed busker

Standing on crocus shoots fiddling for free  

Tell Her a story of bare-footed children

Flower shaped founts for bumbling bumblebees

Hollyhock hollows and butterfly gardens

Beg Old Man Winter to take a nap, please

© Janet Martin

 This, version two of this poem, is a little bittersweet

 because version one, while I cooked supper 

was back-spaced to extinction by darling grandson(15 mos. old) and replaced with a row of zeros!

Version one had flowed from my fingers like a blind painter,

while version two, clawed from memory feels like shards of color not quite correctly arranged!

 But I feel like someone should speak out on April's behalf so I could not leave it 'unspoken':)

oh, and how's about cranking up a good picnic song?!