Much Ado About April Part Three
Playing at the front door
A melancholy wintry aire
Did recall a white refrain.
Unpathed ways led to a sleeping Spring.
How to bring colour to a pale grey gown ?
How to return merriment to a chilled frown ?
Behold ! What comes this way ?
‘Tis a Troupe of Most Extraordinayrie Puppeteers .
The very thing to lighten
This dark & drearie cold aire.
They hoist their props
Taking trailer to the April road.
Wheels roll, tracks unfurl.
Undreamed shores reveled in white mist.
April light by snow is kissed.
April dreams of bouquets & fluttery melodies.
The glistening road is white trimmed,
Like a middle-aged salesman’s hair
From too many days at the wheel.
Longing for a home,
A garden made merry
With bird song & dancing wings,
The maiden wakes from her swoon.
Magical figures rise in fanciful memory.
All Much Ado –
About whether this chill shall melt
Into the air,…… like so many dreams .
~ And so concludes Much Ado About April ~