April Anthem

 Celebrating twelve days of April today, in all its vexing beauty...

This is one of those poems begun in the bustle of busyness

about a week ago, as I delighted in the moodiness of April.

And April was still moody, all this week-long no matter

how optimistically we said with every snow-frantic flurry,

'enjoy its beauty because this might be the last one till next winter!' 😅😁

Your world is like a picture book that Mother Nature makes...

In dips and nooks and crooks you cup impromptu ponds and lakes...

Your pages showcase weathered haunts poised on the verge of green...

With here and there the farewell taunts of Old Man Winter’s sheen...

Your brook lures us to listen to lyrics where heaven gleams

Our eyes begin to glisten with the dance of kindled dreams...

While earth lies like a mat beneath a moody, brooding sky...

a few hours later...

While front door sports a flower-wreath to bid stray snows goodbye...

Your tug-of-wars may vex us when we wake to worlds of white...

again and again!!!

Your sudden storm perplexes plots primed with tulip-delight...

But Mr. Goldfinch sports a dapper, yellow splash of cheer

Assuring us no matter what the weather, spring is here...

Your world is like a picture book that Mother Nature makes

In dips and nooks and crooks you cup impromptu ponds and lakes

Your pages showcase weathered haunts poised on the verge of green

With here and there the farewell taunts of Old Man Winter’s sheen

Your brook lures us to listen to lyrics where heaven gleams

Our eyes begin to glisten with the dance of kindled dreams

While earth lies like a mat beneath a moody, brooding sky

While front door sports a flower-wreath to bid stray snows goodbye

Your robin rouses chuckles as he freely entertains

Your brittle honeysuckle vine welcomes reviving rains

Your zephyr, like a flute unfurls a riveting prelude

To warm the whisper that uncurls leaf-laughter, long subdued

Your tug-of-wars may vex us when we wake to worlds of white

Your sudden storm perplexes plots primed with tulip-delight

But Mr. Goldfinch sports a dapper, yellow splash of cheer

Assuring us no matter what the weather, spring is here

Your world is like a flower bud waiting to burst with bloom

But first you must push through the mud we chase with mop and broom

While you run restless fingers through earth's sunshine-hungry isles 

While Old Man Winter lingers, just to melt beneath your smiles

© Janet Martin