All the ingredients are present to put me in an April paradise.


Noonday In April

A Noonday in April the skys grow dark
A distant rolling and rumbling
like horses galloping, calls from the clouds
The street blackens with cleansing drops
of light rain that preceeds the coming storm.
Wet, colors of tulips and daffodills are dramatically
exhibited against the background
of grey and black and rain-rich green.
Rain picks up its tempo
as louder and longer the thunder hoofs beat.
Sounds from the sky,
dripping, pouring, mumbling and roaring
play upon my ears like a lullaby
And my eyes want to close
And my body wants to go
to the couch and recline awhile
as the noonday choir sings is songs.



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 18:41

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Kathy Lockhart
I heard it too. But you write it so well, I am experiencing it again. Daisy and I laid down to take a nap just as the storm approached. She's still sleeping and I wish I was too.
You created it all again with pure brilliance.
2009-04-10