April Fools

How cold the sun of April
  first day playing games
  of spring return to winter chills.
Blow ye wild, racing winds
  slip thru the stilled and silent trees
  hovering between the naked forms
  and promised new growth of life.
Hear the cry and howl of the hollow
  echoing goodbyes and hellos
  waiting for March gusts to die away.
Sing loud and bold old birds of prior years
  pretty, pretty, pretty tweetings
  of April's spring into May days
  as showers fall hard and icy cold.
Young, newly paired wrens and sparrows
  begin the staked out housings
  gather nesting materials for soon to be laid eggs.
Croci, daffodil, forsythia burst forth
  in shaded emerald green starts
  soaking in the sunlight warm
  ready to glow in bright and brilliant hues.
Others soon to peek thru the earthened ground
  breaking grit and graveled clay dirt
  in sprigs tendered in their greenery.
Yet comes April in its unpredictability, yellowed sun
  teasing life to come forth and be reborn
  then sear it chilled within its grip
   amidst bluing cloudless skies.
These are the days of every life
 enticing and cautionary
 hesitating and holding back
all the April fools.

coolseasonsspringfree verse

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