False April
A chill wind whips through
a patch of daffodils,
dipping their puzzled heads
before its blast--
wondering why
they left their cozy beds
for this—
this spring-that-isn’t,
this cold, this blustery
April.
April is mild (or should be)
with soft rain and balmy breeze,
with bursting buds
and timid crocus
peeping from thickets of
long-leaved tulips.
Yet this year we cower
before a March-like wind
that trumps, then freezes,
empty April promises.
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