Thursday, April 6, 2017

April 6, 2017 Poets United Midweek Motif/April


the fourth month                      of the year                                each year it seems new

unpredictable                           the temperature rises                balmy days disappear

fruit trees begin to bud             new green everywhere              colorful crocus appear

clouds gather on the horizons       dark and grey                       storms bring snow

winter again                             hat and gloves                          get your coat

hibernate a little longer             stoke the fire in the fireplace    dream of summer

April 6, 2017


Sumana Roy said...

'each year it seems new'...that it does :)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You have captured the vicissitudes of April so well. Yesterday we had warm sun and birdsong. Today the wall of trees outside my window are flailing back and forth in wind and it is grey and wet. And we are April fools, lol, alternately charmed and doused.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Just lovely! The way you write it, it seems like a sweet and natural progression despite the need for protection against the cold.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I have a friend in Aztec who's been sitting by her wood stove for the past few days. April's promised warmth comes slowly to northern New Mexico, it seems.

Susan said...

We spend both Summer and Winter dreaming of the opposite season! The details you capture here speak to me.

Anonymous said...

Lots of things happen in April, even the birth of another fool. Love your depictions of this crazy month. Had to go to the doctor today. My sister said they were forecasting gusts of wind up to 40 miles an hour. They were correct,