Yesterday, April was fair and buxom:
warm sun, blossoms,
the air full of birdsong.
Little hummers zoomed
back and forth to the feeder.
We all expanded, smiled,
welcomed the soft-scented
arrival of spring.
Today April is grey, wet, chilly.
The wall of green outside my window
is flailing in the wind,
a wild dervish dance,
arms upflung.
At the beach,
waves roar in like jet planes,
huge and voracious,
gobbling the sand.
And we are April's fools,
alternately charmed
and drenched,
wooed, then rejected,
beguiled, then shocked
by the unexpected.
For Susan's prompt at Midweek Motif: April
Oh, Sherry, how perfectly you have described April's finicky nature; the only predictable quality about it is its unpredictability!;)
ReplyDeleteI enjoy both sides of this month, as one complements the other. Thanks for presenting them.
Poppy
I am definitely one of these fools in love with April and its many moods. I'm about to post my poem on the same topic--a very American poem.
ReplyDeleteApril definitely taunts us with its pleasures, then shocks us with its drenching rain. April is a tease....and one never knows what to expect.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't sound as if you're complaining too much really. :)
ReplyDeleteYou have so aptly described our Spring in my world too. Possible snow flurries today, 74 degrees predicted for Sunday. April is fickle!
ReplyDeleteApril is truly for those who see. By the chords of this song April has one more flower in bloom.
ReplyDeleteApril's such a fickle month!
ReplyDeleteI love your beautiful pics of the sea. Hey, no palm trees (just kidding:)
ReplyDeleteaw...that is truly April...so very love the first line of the first stanza :)
ReplyDeletefun & real as rain/it brought a smile here (not easy)thanx & keep on, g.r.
ReplyDeleteThere is truth to your poem, Sherry. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
ReplyDeleteYes, there is both laughter and tears in April, Sherry. Lovely poem.
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