April Quadrille

-For today's prompt, write a forgive poem. Green murmur on the meadow... First timid tufts of flora... Green murmur on the meadow New nest tucked in the brushAnd on the verge of birth, a surgeOf calm before the rush A bud pulsing with promiseA garden, primed with dreamsA zephyr. soft, blue sky aloftEarth, bursting at its seams Marmalade-misted morningSweet, sun-kissed afternoonSilhouette-show of dusk’s tableau‘neath tusk of opaque moon First timid tufts of floraNature’s most modest plumesPresents its charms to open armsAnd eyes, thirsty for blooms The ground, like Berber carpetWhere tender bare feet danceEarth’s spartan sweep cannot long keepIts pristine countenance April arouses laughterWakes joy akin to Heav’nA robin’s trill, a daffodilAnd winter is forgiv’n © Janet Martin