The Irony of April
Surrounding herself with daffodils and wearing woolen socks
She sits in her sunroom
Watching the snowflakes fall
Wrapped in gossamer and heavy cashmere sweaters
She sings a robins song
Whistling the tune of peepers and mudpuppies
She rocks to the sound of the north wind
As it rattles the frosted windowpane
And shakes the pollen sugared cedars
At her dancing and mud booted feet
Scattered piles of stacked
Seed catalogues and dusty novels
Wrinkled faded forms
With penciled in blanks
Orders for fields of sunflowers
Waiting for the soil to warm
Under the sleet covered ground
This is perfect you have really captured April!
Poor dafs, but at least they add their own kind of sunshine.
“…at her dancing and mud booted feet’ ..April personified 😉
Yes, that is April indeed!! There is still ice on ponds here….and some dirty snow piles sitting in store parking lots. Sigh.
Very ironic…colourful pics and sounds of spring and you’re still shivering…hope it warms up soon…while here it’s a little cooler. 🙂
YES! April is cruel, as TS said.
April has been such tease ~ Love the details and I am still wearing my winter coat too ~
You summed it up.
I reckon the gulfstream is dead.
I am still wearing my snowboots every time I go out.
It’s a cold April here in Scotland so far, too. My MIL asked if I had any plans for the garden – we live in a nearly new house, so the garden is not developed in any way. Letting it thaw and then dry out a bit seems favourite just now.
Perfect example of irony and it seems that the weather affords us ample opportunity to experience that. Nicely written.
ha. there is def irony in our weather…you call this spring? luckily in my neck of the woods it has warmed up a bit…just a bit…still a might cool for spring…but no snow, thank goodness…
daffodils and wool socks..ha…love the images and mood of this…april is a crazy dame..smiles
what personality you’ve given us
Beautifully expressed, and it’s the same here in Dorset, UK. We have been watching snowflakes fall again on the long suffering daffodils.