F. William Broome

SOMETIMES IN APRIL

Fading winter goes slowly awaiting the
blossoms of May to spring from March mud
after April’s weeks of color painting

Springtime birds raise the curtain on
opera season singing unwritten arias
in the wooing and choosing for new life

Critters come out of the cold into warmth
for food and pairing off to produce young
As embedded hormones command them

Humans doing the sex thing keep pace
with eager repetition making damn sure
all year long and sometimes in April