April

Rain falls from
A grey sky,
Like tears
Lamenting
Winter’s
Death, I
Rejoice for
May flowers,
A promise of
Summertime.
The grey light
Softly pours into
My rehab room filling
It with the hope of blue
Skies to come and promise
Of hot days water splashing
Swims and picnics walks
Hammocks children
And dogs romping
At play in the
Fields of the
Lord.