It is springtime in Virginia with flowing cherry and blossoming white pear trees lining highways to make a splashy debut. Nature is blooming with pride but sudden angry outbursts occur noting that April is full of surprises.
I am in my new house among many unopened boxes and look out at this cold spring day. Springtime seems confused. Before Spring's official opening, the weather was springlike. Now, some days are warm, some are chilled by showers. The old saying, April showers bring May flowers, is appropriate for this season. Oddly enough, nurseries are filled with bright colors of springtime so with great delight, I add flowers to my patio. Will they last? Not sure. On Long Island the rule of thumb is, "Don't plant until Mother's Day".
Taking the strike line, "And tremble in the April showers," from John Greenleaf Whittier's poem, I would like to share a golden shovel poem describing some nights and afternoons.
Spring in Virginia has a penchant for mischief andEnjoys its own merrymaking, causing me to tremble:Quick, thunderous, nighttime sounds shout out inUnison with shocks of light. Without warning, theRainwater splashes across patio pavement as AprilLaughs, watching flowers tousle about amongst its showers.
©CV, 2021, draft
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