April Fool

The fourth month of the year Doesn’t care about rhymes While busy waking trees Ignores almanac times Teasing crocus with warmth Green tipped shoots peeking through Showing yellow and red Heralds spring’s growth anew Tulips rising in turn Bending gently on breeze Cupping colors lovely Not expecting more freeze But, comes April’s mid-month Frigid air from the North Blows cruelly Southbound As daffodils bloom forth The crocus relinquish Tulips revert to sleep The last frost of the year April’s teasing unique