April

I feel lucky to be

living in a world

with the month April,

where everything seems

new and favorable.

Days are brightened by

gazania and lupine

by the roadsides,

mustard and encelia on the

velvety green hills,

redbud and camellia

in the yards.

Moonlit evenings

are perfumed by

citrus blossoms,

as migratory swallows

fly overhead.

My garden is pretty

with daffodils and iris.

Gusty winds not

bothering anymore.

After the long winter,

the warmth feels good

on the skin,

and the mood is cheerful.

April means to open —

that’s true!

All flora and fauna

are emerging from

dormancy or hiding.

I see rabbits

under the sycamores.

April, sure is a pleasant time

to be alive.