But Then Always May...

A few days ago hubby remarked to me that in two months the days will start to get shorter 

and we are still waiting for weather to turn spring-like! 

At this point I think we would settle for anything in double-digits Celsius for a few days in a row!

Earth is an egg waiting to be cracked

Nature agog with the life it had lacked

April is always a bit of a tease

Driving hope wild with her billowing breeze

Hunger feeds on flower-gardens of thought

Dreamlands run rife with forget-me-not

Hollow the wind through the wooing world wings

Looking for lyrics barred in budded strings

I spy the whisper of green, virgin green

Seeping through deeps where threadbare sweeps had been

April is always a slow work of art

Playing with colors of weather and heart

Soon we will slip from the grip of the gale

Watch as a fleet of sweet blossoms sets sail

Soon we will wade in jade silver-starred streams

April is always a river of dreams

Soon Spring will fling violets to field and dell

Soon on yon hill will chime the jonquil bell

Soon trees will burst with a hip-hip-hooray

April is always first, but then always May

© Janet Martin 

After seeing the forecast I/we decided to spend the day outside !