Ides Of April

No time to relax
Nigh the day of tax
Robins return
Crocus dots the lawn
Winnipesaukee ice retreats
A daring Harley on the streets
White, then brown snow melts
Baring again rock boundaries
Hills become temporary streams
Frost heaves abound
Streets grow
From receding snow
Parking spots re-appear
New buds grace tree limbs
As a woodpecker sets a din
Bring the spring
Oh God above
Spread Thy color
And the season’s love