April showers sonnet

 

 

Oak tree in early spring

Where is the rain?  The gentle showers that
bring May flowers are missing in action,
but spring flowers bloom and die anyway.
 
Daffodils and bleeding hearts nod at me
From a mason jar vase on the table.
Tulips open wide by neighbor’s sidewalks.
 
Green hyacinths will soon become purple
And the small half buds on trees will unfurl
Into lavish shows of lofty green leaves.
 
The skies are grey and silver cloud cover,
And yet we have no rain.  It’s climate change
I’m told.  It’s 80 degrees. Too early.
 
We endure beauty in tolerant calm
and let beauty be anxiety’s balm.

For a Writers Circle prompt "showers."

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