Ode to April

(This is National Poetry Month, and everywhere people are beginning a month-long commitment to writing a poem a day. This is my first attempt toward that commitment, my April detour.)

April deafens

with boisterous

fuchsia-painted

azaleas

and

heralding trumpets

of daffodils

and

Frost's gold-green

leaves.

April deafens

with euphonious

dawn-breaking

birdsong

and

goblin-howls

of mating cats

and

growling purrs

of furrowing tractors.

April deafens

with sonorous

alliterative

consonant

metaphoric

voices.

©2011 R.M. Talbot