April

Thankfully no snow here but I know there is in other parts of the country.

April

April flowers, where art thou?

Hibernating still, 'neath the snow

for winter's blanket 'tis cold

as flowers slumber below.

With much anticipation, April

is welcomed each spring, yet...still

awaiting for flower bulbs

to spring forth and become.

Each new morrow and morn

snowflakes befall and adorn

this month of April when

flowers shouldst begin to bloom.

Too cold, too cloudy,

too gray, too wintery.

Methinks the warmth of the sun

shouldst befall; aye blooms hasten.

In the meanwhile, April's

graceful arrival is spoiled

by cold snow which covers and cradles

the landscape like a betrayal.

Gardeners can'st wait to discover,

when out from hibernation, flowers

haply ope (by chance open),

at last - hope!

Perchance the snowflakes wilst be envious.

It's knownst, flowers enhance one's countenance.

Wilst snowflakes and flowers parley (negotiate with)?

Posthaste, will snowflakes scurry,...

as in, return to the heavens?

Thank heavens!

My voice exclaims "yes!"

as does many a lasses.

None to soon spring's apparel

will happily wave their colors.

Everyone everywhere will exclaim: Marvelous!

April's flowers are most intently glorious!

Ahhhh, April

come...my angel,

ever faithful

become now wakeful.

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