Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I am an April fool… Mired in March’s mud I look up—and there she comes sashaying down Spring’s new path, green skirt swinging, merry with laughter and promising a thousand delights. My heart leaps! Lovely April—soft and eager, with tresses of sunshine gold, cheeks glowing rose-pink, her eyes bluebell bright. Honey scents her warm breath, and the sweetness of violets cloaks as she sways along. I simply can’t help myself— just like always, I fall again, head-over-heels in love. Perhaps, as scoffers claim, there is no fool like an old fool, though why should we listen to those who remain in winter? I say consider this instead— hearts and buds now open freely, blooming in vernal magic. What better season for falling in love than Spring, where beauty begins with time ahead to grow? April appears, the land renews; covenant follows planted seed as heady promise fills the air. The rhythm of the season makes is own music—from singing birds to beating hearts. As for me…didn’t I tell you? I am April’s fool.