Poor April! A bad rap all around.
Because of your drizzle we consider unseasonal?
Or the freeze/no freeze game you play?
Maybe it’s the in-between time—
not Easter and not summer—
the air smelling like we should be in love
or at least busting out like birds or trees.
(Saw my first bee yesterday,
and boy, did he look groggy!)
April is cruel in the tarpit where toddlers play
and on the icy bridge where cars skate.
Everything feels possible in April:
success, starvation, infidelity, reincarnation.
The Second Coming will happen in April.
Let’s hope He sees his shadow
so He doesn’t turn around and leave us
to flounder another 2,000 years.