April

April walks along the lane

and trails her stick in pools of rain;

she wears a bright red overcoat

that makes the silver raindrops float

Down the block there is a cat

with smudgey fur all in a matt.

So April pokes him with her stick

and cat streaks homeward ~ hiss and spit

Who created rainy days?

And what is better than displays

of pink and orange flower buds ~

til April spatters them with mud?

A smile creeps 'round, for wary eyes

have spied a puddle ~ just her size!

A running start through sparkling grass,

then April makes a big ker-splash!

And now she takes her trusty staff

and steers a little, leafy raft.

It bucks with such a funny wiggle;

you should hear Miss April giggle!

Water rushes down the gutter;

underground you hear it splutter.

April's boots are filled with rain;

they sigh and head for home again.

Cat is sitting on the rail,

and seeing April, flicks his tail.

She drops her stick near greening vines,

and up the front porch steps she climbs.

April sings like shiny flutes

and pours the water from her boots

across the homey wooden floor

and leaves her raincoat by the door.

Now sipping co-coa, warm and dry,

she yawns and blinks a sleepy eye

and knows she'll dream of this, her day:

April slipping into May.