April

April deceives us
From beginning to end
Showing up with early blooms and then
Encouraging a sudden frost to descend
Playing her little jokes
That fool us every time
Make no mistake about it
She is a jester, a clown
She might not let you have your way
Insisting on her own designs,
And figuring out her secret plans
Could take all month
Until May, and then
She will not want to say goodbye
Trying her best to hang around.
April makes us want to believe
That spring is an eternal thing
That we can always count on feeling
That warmth, a reawakening
That will always be present
And not just something to remember
As we look back and see her smile
When we shiver in December.