Spring Clairvoyance

He said

about April

what anybody would say

about such a month

that it breeds color

to beat back shadows

scent to tempt

even the most staid merchant

   to hooky

That is what April does

and we all know it

Why else songs

celebrating winter’s end

in the muddy throes of April

Why else a new sign

ignoring an otherwise

portentous horoscope

in favor of new bloom

Only in April

is lilac-breath acceptable

even encouraged

So when he says April

   is for lovers

April carries my tune

   in its gut

I shall wait until then

   to sow my seeds

it is April’s garden

of which he sings

We all know the words

and sing along

Poem #12 for April, for Angie’s prompt to the Real Toads using a word list from The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot.
 
I’ve been so sick! Seems I’m turning a corner and starting to feel better, but catching up to produce 30 poems in April? We shall see.