Four seasons of April


Twenty four hours
Four-seasoned elements
Wrestle with
Banks of heavy cloud
Traction a different rhythm
Of snow flurries that sweep across
Bent rows of daffodils;
A north wind pummels
The naked branches of the ash;
Winter defies with its iron claw
And blossom falls from plum and thorn;
The buzzard swoops low over the fields in a whitish haze
And disappears from view;
And the clouds- their anvil edge of farrier’s steel- glinting
Through spring warmth
A fleeting sun
And wind abating
Before song birds retreat to the hedge
And hail is released with orchestral precision,
Beating a syncopated rhythm
That dances on the stars of the celandines.

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