April is National Poetry Month, #NaPoWriMo, and I hope you will join me in writing a poem each day. Although I’m late this week, I hope to write daily.

My morning on Lake Ann started the same way as all my other mornings, with me going to my windows and overlooking our cove. However, today, I awoke to a beautiful springtime snow that had fallen overnight ~

light snow
covers the docks and rooftops
lining the soft curves of the cove

a master painter’s brush has
outlined the hardwood branches
in fine Irish lace

through open trees
stands hints of green buds and first leaves
I can even see some mouse ear smiles

sprinkles of pinkglow
all throughout Bear Hollow’s cove
and over on the other ridge top, too

I can see ~
dozens and dozens of brand-new pink redbud blossoms
painting a parkscape masterpiece

as white snow caps lay
and hillsides glow pink

a majestic wonder

like fields of lavender
sitting in beds of pink tulips
and a touch of dancing buttercups

Was it the light?
Was it the fresh snow lift?

Yes, it was all of that,
a true master’s gift ~
the start of our redbud spring!