Storms are rolling in;
rattling the new leaves with
concussive rain drops.

The rain has opened
light green new leaves that shutter
in gusts of spring wind.

The slow, steady rain
makes a busy afternoon
for hungry robins.

The morning gray wraps
it's soft fingers around all
the new, bright edges.

The air is heavy
with scents of promised rain and
a thick, green perfume.

The red-tipped oak leaves
begin to form canopes
that block out the sky.

A high, hot blue sky
promises an April warmth
unseasonable.

A sliver of moon
slashed through the black of morning-
woke up too early!

I have awakened
to a new, fleshy green world
with its thick perfume.

Unbelievably
clear, blue sky, without a trace
of clouds anywhere.

The damp, green world is
riotously erupting
with a thick lushness.

The trees are filled with
small yellow birds that explode
in flight like flowers.

Funny that doing
nothing can be so very,
very exhausting.

Stormy skies roll in
as a solitary hawk
dots the April gray.

A rainstorm's puddle
offers children an excuse
to practice splashing.

The caw of nameless
birds fills the air of my yard
with sounds of return.

Temoultous winds
and the rainstorms of April
give birth to new green.

A stormy Easter
wind and rain shake the treetops
and soak the bright green.

Flying though the fog
a gauzy curtain over
spring's painful brillance.

A barren, gray sky
peeps gloomily in windows
casting solmn light.

Alone in the wind
that howls around me like a
lost stranger's ghost.

Slowing down fast spring
with its frantic, rushing winds
seems impossible.

The hard light of dusk
sits heavily upon eyes
waiting for soft night.

Everything trembles;
flowers, grass, and stems shutter,
and bend with cold wind.

My poor irises!
I fear they'll be beheaded
by the frost tonight.

Coats of leaves begin,
to cover the broken bones
of ice ravaged trees.

Two robins fly up
flapping wings and pecking in
either love or war.

Cold rains are falling
Washing green that hurts my eyes
-breaks my heart with hope.

Storm clouds and flowers-
April is the cruelest month;
fast and beautiful.