Sticks, leafless and devoid of life, turn into the overflowing, yellow glory of the forsythia. Baseball games are again played. The fishing season begins. Neighborhoods are filled with people walking, enjoying being outdoors. Spring bulbs resurrect into colorful flowers.
The birds sing their sweet music. The air smells fresh and clean. The wind is no longer harsh, and the sun warms our bodies.
Oh April, you stay with us too brief a time. If only you would linger with us longer.
For we are Blessed by your presence and your awakening days of Beauty.
—Bernadette R. Gentry