April is the brown month,
snow is departing slowly,
the rains come, spawning vast quantities
of mud.
The ground still frozen deep down,
nowhere for the water to go.
Our spirits lifted a bit,
a flower here and there,
but the potential, that is what inspires us to hope.
The buds on the trees everywhere,
the birds, returning, changing color.
All is well in the world
when the Goldfinches turn bright yellow,
and the Cardinals turn that astonishing red.
Perhaps we should celebrate the smallest things,
since they are right before us.
