I love April, after the snow when the cusp of creation gleams
With winter’s sepia afterglow off-set by heav’n’s cerulean streams
I love its days, One-of-a-kind, when April like a clean-scrubbed lad
Shivers in a ruffian wind with no towel, waiting to be clad
I love the way sun-rays uncurl quadrillion clenched fists of bud-looms
Before its affections unfurl a gorgeous wonder-world of blooms
I love its sense of imminence; the calm before the blossom storm
The poise of earth’s pure innocence before green grandeur clothes its form
I love the fleecy clouds, like lambs romping upon a sapphire hill
The way its rainy days drench lands with promises God will fulfill
I love the stage before the show, of expectation’s eager eyes
I love April after the snow before creation’s curtain-rise
© Janet Martin
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