At Top--A Promise

 

 Those April showers
Are surely coming my way
As May approaches.

 

The porch is shiny
From the recent torrent of rain.
Cat chews his food.

 

 

 

Alfred comes calling;
We've been friends for a long time--
Bovine acquaintance.

Sky is breaking blue;
Clouds so slowly glide away,
Like smooth dance partners.

 

Greenish yellow bulbs:
Forsythia blossoms bloom
Slow and delicate.

 

 Sun transforms the road,
Casting its careless shadows;
(Then it vanishes).

 

Gentle drops of rain
Click softly on my jacket.
The clouds are winning.

 

 Bottom of the hill
Forsythia's in full bloom;
At top--a promise.