April

April brings white flurries and brisk morning air. They say “April showers brings May flowers” I often wonder if April snow has its promises of growth too. It seems only frigid, a slap in the face to spring. April and spring being scorned lovers and we just victims of their affair. On and off, on and off again. Small glimpses of sunshine arise only to be squandered by snowfall. This affair is all too much and I find myself pining for the glimpses of sun. April is a cruel mistress to spring oh how I long for the flowers may will bring.