Quick thoughts on April

April mornings, cold, sunny and bright,
Cloudless skies, a fresh, damp delight,
Smell of grass, flower, natures birth,
Ancient dew on fresh cut turf.

April noon, hot and silk,
Cirrus clouds arrange, dashes of milk,
Accross the sky away from the blinding sun,
Sweet and dry like a fresh picked plumb.

April eve, revengefull and angry,
Slowly recovering but full of energy,
Violent, dark, black and beutiful,
Warm and pungent an earthly musical.