April

The riches of April fall from the sky like courtiers preceding a royal family.

Tiny diamonds filled with possibilities and workers descend upon my world like clockwork every year.

Sinking into the ground they become the nursery personnel who feed and coddle the new babies emerging from their tiny wombs.  Softening the seed hulls, loosening the hard ground, feeding the hungry mouths that will grow into flowers and trees and bugs!

Landing on the bones of old trees and bushes and sliding off the tired facades of human houses, they whisk away the sleep left by winter’s long drowsy months and freshen up visages getting ready to face summer’s relentless sun.

Beating against my window in angry protests, they call me to wake up and join in this great spring-cleaning.  Today is a new day, a fresh day, one that has been carefully prepared just for me!

Now I must decide what to do with it!