The Wild April Wind

The smell of fresh earth and the sound of rain drops falling. Cold icy winds in the morning and the warmth of sunshine in the evening. Ah, that's April in the mountains!

The  chill of winter has fled these hills,

Scared away 

by the Wild April Wind,

Which now sits purring up in the trees

As if to say: 

“I don’t know if we’ll even HAVE a summer,  

You’ll have to wait and see.

It all depends on me.”

A white oak leaf

brand new and bright green; 

half an inch long and half a day old,

lies dead on my cold, windy deck,

it was killed and brought home

by the Wild April Wind

Which now sits purring 

up in the trees.

The path to the woods has tiny green leaves

the leaves of the flowers of summer,

 but the flowers still stay 

safe in the earth 

  with an eye to the sky –

for the Wild April Wind

which is watching and purring 

up in the trees.

From "To Please the Bees: Poems and Glimpses", Writing and art by John Womack.
© John Womack, 2010.  All rights reserved.