April is patient
Snow is slowly giving way
Life is bursting free.
Goldfinch song beckons to Spring
Peepers wait to join the choir.

April is patient. I am not, but I understand that life must not be rushed.
I rejoice in her unique parade: the Purple Finches flashing through the trees, the Evening Grosbeaks' arrival, the breast of a robin revealing eagerness to nest and the first spring flowers hugging the foundation of my home. 
 

I crave Spring, the green of new leaves, the bright splashes of dandelions and the scent of a freshly mowed lawn.
 
But while I wait, I will enjoy the change that comes with each day. Each one will bring its own surprises.