In light of the fact that we’ve finally gotten some good weather now that we are in April, I wrote a poem. Also, April makes me think of purple, so have a flower.
in time of daffodils who know winter
sunshine has no warmth until today
blue sky soaks into a black blanket
resting around me like nests the birds build
will wrap around warm eggs
the green leaves of potted trees stretch upward like
a ballet dancer, the roots point down like toes
spring rests, a ruffled feather, on my eyelids
playing music that only comes once a year
my skin turns vitamin D into gladness while
I wonder why we ever loved the snow.
For further reading: http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m30capki5J1r6g3yxo1_500.jpg.
April is Poetry Month