Still Waiting For April

She's waiting for April To come with her spring-songs, Like us, waiting aimlessly: Under our green tree, Seeking March’s relief And comfort like some meek folks! Now, before our reluctant eyes, March has died, Through the comings and goings Of a laughing sun – April has come With a deep-sucking bee! Now, the bee sucks All the nectar Of the flowers in her garden: Sucking by April’s night, The night’s face Honeyed by a moon; Her flowers pollinate eagerly, And the bee has buzzed away, She still waits for April under the tree!