Wednesday, April 9, 2014

April

She warm breezes your toes
before the grass grows green

enough to soften the winter's
scritch scratch on your feet.

She's not really cruel.
She's just sap drunk and thoughtless;

sun on her shoulders,
frost in her pocket.

For Words Count at Real Toads

21 comments:

razzamadazzle said...

Such a perfect description of the month!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ooooo, those closing lines are spectacular!!!!!! She is such a tease!

Margaret said...

… I'm glad I read this AFTER I wrote mine because I wouldn't have even tried. BIG sigh.

manicddaily said...

Lovely. K.

Jim said...

April is fickle, isn't she? Nice write. My favorite lines are,
"sun on her shoulders,
frost in her pocket.
"
April wears her shoulders bared, we don't see in her pockets.

Jim said...

ibid, add '... see her pockets until it's too late.'

Sumana Roy said...

Grand close...

Brian Miller said...

ha. i like your personification.
she's a tease, unsure who she wants to be....

Fireblossom said...

Oh I love that ending, and the personification. Perfect portrait of her, I'd say.

hedgewitch said...

Yes, a perfect cameo of the month with multiple personalities.

Susan said...

She will never give up her surprises! You make her very attractive even when she is difficult.

Yvonne Osborne said...

This is a fun poem and I love the 3rd stanza. (Sap drunk!) And of course the ending because it's so true.

Kathryn said...

Love this, cool write.

Laurie Kolp said...

sap drunk and thoughtless... love that. So happy April is finally here!

Susie Clevenger said...

She's not really cruel.
She's just sap drunk and thoughtless...love that. You create such vivid pieces with such few words.

Sioux said...

"...frost in her pocket."

What a pristine line.

Lorraine Renaud said...

I love this so much Mama Zen, amazing is what you are

Kerry O'Connor said...

"Sap drunk"! That could have rather unpredictable effects on behaviour.

Colleen@Looseleafnotes said...

I love this idea of spring being thoughtless and sap drunk! This is really well done. I posted about April today, a tip of the hat to poetry month and taxes.

Linda said...

You've painted a very apt description of a fickle month.

grapeling said...

love that closing stanza. so vividly visual ~