April's trumpet sprays rain and chilly winds.
She sounds the alarm.
Heralding tidings north and south east to west.
The first bulbs and vines peek out moist colors that gently greet friendly eyes.
Tiny creatures undeterred by fear robustly remind us life is dear.
Their frailty camaflouges such fierce wonder worth contemplating.
Will caterpillars emerge from cacoons and fly with silky flutter to and fro? I daresay, "just so."
Yvonne A
Apr. 2020
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