I’ll take April.
March being the boring end of winter
May all lilacs and romantic love.
Yes, I’ll take April,
perplexed, bewildered, vacillating April,
tempestuous one minute and
in deep thought about spring the next.
the yellow month,
(did you know yellow is for happiness?)
the month when bumblebees bumble
drunk with unimaginable possibilities
and the thrush perched on the tallest conifer
shatters the early morning mist
with a call to arms.