April Snowfall

It begins in March.

Whirls of wispy white behind the window,

Delicate paper-thin pear blossom petals

Drift and scatter across patio furniture

As sugar-fine snowflakes had in January.

Then

like a blizzard

April explodes.

Drifts of dazzling white

Mound on the roadside, blanket trees and shrubs

In understated elegance--dogwood, azalea--

Thick as the snows of Michigan winters.

My Alabama blizzard.

©2011 R.M. Talbot

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