Have you ever gotten your hopes up,
believing warmer weather
was coming,
winter was behind us,
to be let down in April?
it’s why
April is the cruelest month -
wet cement threatens tulips,
windows stay sealed,
floors encrusted with dirt and muck,
buds begging for a chance,
brown grass naively morphing
to green,
baring skin,
hair standing at attention,
buried grief poking through
the ground,
our bodies pale
juxtaposed against bright blue skies
frosted windshields,
and unearthly elements.
We believe change is upon us,
we prepare for warmer days,
brighter days,
happier days,
and mother nature
and April rear storms
so valiant
we shun ourselves
back inside like
the dreamers we once were.
