April snow

.

Mother nature plays

             tossing snow about

     this April day

Children rubbing eyes

rousing flakes

that hid all this time

just beneath their lids °`'•.¸

And from where I sit and tap away

in the yellow room among the branches

squirrels flutter frantically about,

discussing dinner plans, disrupted

When will I see you again, o warm yellow sun?

When will the birds return for a duo to

eight fingertips on keys tap-tapping 
in my room among the trees?
.