Sunshine and Showers
April 1st.
The finches are back
Birds of Spring
Tiny winged bodies
Competing briskly
For morsels of seeds
Encased
In funky containers
Set up by humans for bird
Convenience and human
Entertainment
The winter birds have left
Mostly chickadees
More polite and sharing
Than the finches
So Canadian:
I almost heard their “please”
And “thank yous” as
They took turns at the feeder.
April 2nd
An early morning walk
Nice crisp morning
Ice on the puddles
Sun in the sky
April 3rd
It’s a “grey” day
No sunshine
Dark clouds in the sky
It is April
S’posed to be pretty
S’posed to be warm
But it’s a grey day
April 4th
Unto every life a little snow must fall
But soon the sun will surely shine
Northerners should voice a poignant call
To the gods to listen to us whine
We have shovelled and we’ve driven
Through six months of frigid weather
The snow must go so we can live in
A warmer world together
April 5th
Today is foggy, so’s my brain
A cold dark morn, it’s snowed again
I drink coffee, play a Scrabble game
No birds outside – I cannot blame
If they’ve returned from whence they came
At least down there, precipitation’s rain.
April 6 (in the morning)
There’s a brightness oozing
Between the louvres of
The Venetian blinds
In my kitchen
Sunshine is spreading
It’s golden aura
Of warm intimacy
Over the crusted mud
And old snow
Still layering the stubble
I open all the curtains
The view’s the same
Spring is here!
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