April comes drip-dripping on the scene,
Edging the breezy whims of March away.
A wistful, drooping mood sets in,
Though we know, clichť-ly, that itís ushering
In the month of May.
Well, look, the swelling streams are bordered
By seemingly bare branches with buds alive,
Soon to burst into green leaves and blossoms
And shelter tender flowers as they arrive.
But Aprilís charmís not only in the future;
Like a gray-eyed girl, hiding her shy smile.
Itís for today we can enjoy a cozy fire
And savor the muted beauty for awhile.
©2010 Carol Morfitt