As April comes to a close, I thought I'd post a poem about the month that I wrote a long, long time ago. Where I live, spring doesn't really arrive in March. In fact, it's not until we're well into April that it usually feels anything like spring around here. (This year has been a fluke. We've already experienced temperatures in the eighties and nineties already!)
The following poem expresses how it feels when spring has truly arrived and I can sit outside on my deck and read and feel the warmth of the sun on my face and my skin after a long cold winter spent indoors.
TASTING THE SUN
Shower in the April sunShower in the light,
Streaming down on yellow days.
Stand out in the pouring rays.
Like butter on a toasty bun,Let the sunlight melt and run
In golden rivers on your skin.
Feel it glowing deep within.
Feel the touch of early spring,
Feel the warmth that April brings.
Shower in the pouring raysWashing winter cold away.