My dear darling April,
I have been awaiting your return.
Counting the days,
Planning for your certain arrival.
I freshened the bed,
Laid out special food,
Chose bright pinks
And cool greens
To complement your verve.
They will get here later.
I know, I know! I am foolish to begin so early,
But I have had enough of the long, musty gloom.
The promise you carry of glorious days ahead
Is worthy of my undaunted exuberance.
Bring on your annual heavy snows and deep rains.
They will not dampen my excitement.
They do nothing but urge me forward
To plant new seeds, to check for sprouts,
and to know that I know that I know
That Life renews