April By Rod McKuen

APRIL

I did not choose
an April birth
but I am ever grateful
that the month chose me.
Not because the earth
has taken for itself
that same coincidental time
to start rebuilding,
but because
by all accounts
April is the only time
a man need not ask even God
for miracles
or transformations
they come unsolicited
and everywhere.

Tulips and the birth
of grass
morning-glories
in the morning
and lilies all day long.
April holds a man so firm
that he could swear
the screech owl's singing
was a choir of blue jays
paid to serenade
the neighborhood
like a touring medicine
or minstrel band.

April is the tuning fork
for the summer months ahead.

-from "Seasons in the Sun," 1974

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