Nature’s Wiles

Nature’s Wiles

It’s Friday the thirteenth—a lucky day,
It seems, for April’s half is nearly done
And Winter, which had overstayed its time,
Has journeyed North awhile. And so we’re blessed
With sunshine and with warmth—so long delayed
That we are wary, as a lovelorn lad
Might be, when winked at slowly by a wench,
Not knowing what this means—and fearing much.

And yet, we all have been in Summer’s bed,
Except for those who haven’t met her yet,
And so we try to ease our winter frowns,
Reluctant still to smile at Nature’s wiles.

The birds are chirping, but in muted tones
And men and women walk, with coats in hand.

2018 April 13th Fri
Brooklyn, New York