1.
End of the day,
the cool of April’s night settling in,
and a mug of hot tea to stave off the chill
of early spring hastening its way to summer.
2.
A crisp cold spring morning this early April,
the mud frozen and predictions of snow,
nothing much nor lasting long, just spring
reminding us again of where we live, patience
for the season’s changing in its own time.
3.
If it must rain in April, these April showers expected,
let them germinate, then, the seeds that give rise
to the blooms and blossoms of spring, May’s flowers,
spring colors bringing us out of the doldrums
we carry forward from the winter’s ice and cold
. 4.
The shoots are shooting upward,
the crocus and the dandelion, lilies
and daffodils that border my garden,
violets, greens and yellows, orange ablaze.
5.
And the spring winds blow gently,
turning fierce in the longer days’ warmth,
spring winds to melt the ice and snow lingering,
revealing now my ragged lawn laid bare, the lake
opening up from ice to spring time flood.
6.
My little plot of wildflowers, Ginny’s Garden,
is raked and clear and ready for the perennials
to return, free of any interference from me,
but to watch them sprout and grow and wonder
what they are, beyond the delight they bring.
7.
And so we revel in spring’s return, longer days
and warmers temps, April showers melting snow
and the prospect of new growth rising upward,
a new hope for the days and the seasons ahead,
drawing us together, a circle drawn, man
and nature, a hope renewed in spring’s
new birth, life and humanity cycling forward
like the stars’ constellations in motion,
ready now for the challenges ahead,
reawakened, refreshed, reaffirmed, and restored.
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