April came today and told me
winter was over; she was here to stay.
When she laughed, spring breath tickled my face
and I shivered while the flowers bloomed.

April looked my way and told me
the rain would end. Once the ground had drunk its fill
it would erupt with the colour we remembered.
The world would be green as far as I could see.

April held my hand and told me
this promise would last. In place of ice
there would be smiles.
Summer would be long and all the bugs would buzz
in some other lover’s country.

April kissed my cheek and told me
it was lovers’ season. Soon there would be weddings
and children to worry about
but we would always have springtime,
when the breeze was fresh
and the air didn’t suffocate us.

April skipped away and told me
the chlorophyll wasn’t gone,
just sleeping, and she would be back.
She promised.
I am April’s fool.