This Winter

It has been a dire April

The last day of April,

I stare wistfully

out the window,

hoping to see a warmer glow.

But I am still waiting for spring

as dark scudding clouds

and autumnal winds

scour the trees,

in the breath

of a February chill.

All the leaves

and the buds

and the perky

blades of Verdi grass,

dip their heads

and have no smile to give.

For they share my disappointment

that I still have

to reach

for my winter coat.

30/04/18