April Lover

                   How precious every day
                   is now -
                   sunlight splayed on sprouts of green.
                   Partners perch along the roof
                   as falcons watch unseen.
                   Here melodies
                   are played again
                   and yellow fellows line the fence.
                   The garden moves her shroud of frost
                   to hold her April lover.

                   Would pink bouquets
                   and Iris plume
                   in places wanting for the sun -
                   at last the gentle waters flow
                   much closer to the sea.

                   To branches once were empty
                   now comes as love to bud -
                   crowded out the pride
                   of Winter's lust.
                   Lingers now as March was left
                   beyond the flower's memory
                   along with this -
                   the past we cannot keep.

                   Chimes are dancing softly in the breeze -
                   Robins peck the fertile soil
                   where winter lies asleep.