April Wakes Up

This month of April wriggled her way
out of the shivering dream of the dark and icy
ocean of winter that drifted far too long
away from the shores where the sun
knew how to bring us home.

This bundle of daffodils
and rain on the roof
rocks me, comforted
like a blanket.

Joy here is a fleece jacket
instead of down coat;
bare toes in sandles
and legs sans black tights;
and leaves raked away
from the mole pocked yard
making ready for the first mowing.

Garden gloves are at the ready
near the garage door
with the clippers
and mud boots
are obvious
and necessary footwear.

We must awaken to the red flowering maples
and the green we can only see this last week
of the month where everything is alive
with the buzz and peeping of the world.