Much Ado About April Part Two
Alas, … the prophecy of heavy rain gathered
Into tumultuous clouds.
The day progressed, a leaky barrel full of dark foreboding.
Once again a tiny riverlet ran through the veranda,
Carrying a flotilla – the feathery remains of the previous Fall.
The gentle Spring had become agitated.
All did subside.
Dark cold clouds stretched –
Joining the horizon’s edges –
Draping the heavens in sad occasion,
With Whispers of Winter’s white fleece.
Late in day, the old married couple
Found to their dismay,
A watery pool had grown………
Lapping in the laundry work-station –
The weeping tiles’ noble efforts
Over-matched by April’s lament –
There was much ado of pails bailing urgently.
In time, dry eyes beheld dry floor, …..
But what of that melancholy wintry aire
Playing at the front door ?
* * Here ends Part Two * *