April gets me every time!
Sodden with birdsong,
Spattered in wildflowers,
Drenched by holy sun.
Thumbnail frogs gather,
Trilling their shrill herald,
A tinkling of distant fairy bells
On violet-scented breeze.
Merry streams sparkle, beckon in
Effervescent promise to feel anew
Cold pulse against my legs and
Probe sweet mystery in their pools.
In streamside glades pure white
bloodroot glows, leaves clasped
In quiet prayer as royal bluebells
Ring bright their song of vernal truth.
When April comes, earth entire
Sings of eternal life. Resurrection!
A joyous jonquil-gold message,
Clear in the robin's outpouring.
In covenant and assurance
We plant our seeds, water,
Watch them sprout and grow.
Belief is easy come April.
April's renewed faith finds
Glory in greening grass,
Hope in budding maple.
Certainty of an empty tomb.
If I could hold back time I might
Compel all Aprils to slow and linger,
Though only for a while,
Because I know what lies beyond…