April Anthem

Celebrating twelve days of April today, in all its vexing beauty... This is one of those poems begun in the bustle of busynessabout a week ago, as I delighted in the moodiness of April.And April was still moody, all this week-long no matterhow 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 gleamsOur 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 cheerAssuring us no matter what the weather, spring is here... Your world is like a picture book that Mother Nature makesIn dips and nooks and crooks you cup impromptu ponds and lakesYour pages showcase weathered haunts poised on the verge of greenWith here and there the farewell taunts of Old Man Winter’s sheen Your brook lures us to listen to lyrics where heaven gleamsOur eyes begin to glisten with the dance of kindled dreamsWhile earth lies like a mat beneath a moody, brooding skyWhile front door sports a flower-wreath to bid stray snows goodbye Your robin rouses chuckles as he freely entertainsYour brittle honeysuckle vine welcomes reviving rainsYour zephyr, like a flute unfurls a riveting preludeTo warm the whisper that uncurls leaf-laughter, long subdued Your tug-of-wars may vex us when we wake to worlds of whiteYour sudden storm perplexes plots primed with tulip-delightBut Mr. Goldfinch sports a dapper, yellow splash of cheerAssuring us no matter what the weather, spring is here Your world is like a flower bud waiting to burst with bloomBut first you must push through the mud we chase with mop and broomWhile you run restless fingers through earth's sunshine-hungry isles While Old Man Winter lingers, just to melt beneath your smiles © Janet Martin