Lady April Poem by David Whalen

This day…awoke April
In a terrible mood
If months had bad hair days
Then this one certainly could

This day dawned early
With cold and grouchy demeanor
Obviously having awakened
On the wrong side of her bed

With un-April like winds
That sliced like a knife
And had all the bad manners
Of moody March instead

I like to ascribe to the months
Their own personalities and ways
From the surreal colors of September
To the mild, merry manners of May

But I also respect, and know when to stay
Inside, cozy, warm
and totally out of her way
When lady April is having a bad ‘air day'

I know that the morrow will likely dawn warm and showery
She'll dawn with a yawn and ne'er admit
That she's e'en the slightest bit sorry
April's snits, as you know, ne'er last very long

She beckons us out to warm breezes
To tease us, (and a few sneezes maybe)
And just like the lady she is, and pleases to be
Will never admit she was wrong