Poetry April

[Karen]

I thought it was spring
But the low temperatures
Say March, not April

It's almost May, yet
I need a coat outside,
Dandelions shiver

[Karen]

The sharp slap of roof drips
On bare cement punctuates
This last night of April
The air is chilly enough
To make coats important
And to make a hot cup of tea
A welcome thought.

Yes, this is spring in New England
Even the old-timers grumble
Remembering warm and sun
From some distant past ...
Was it just last year we had
Warmth and sun in spring?

Seems longer ago than that.