April promised lilacs
And tulip gifts of gold.
She promised gentle raindrops
And wildflowers colored bold.

April promised pathways
Strewn with emerald green.
She promised panoramic views
The likes I've never seen.

April promised rainbows
And blue skies overhead.
She promised perfumed breezes
And roses ruby red.

April promised springtime
In all her majesty,
And I wasn't disappointed
For she gave these gifts to me.

Nora M. Bozeman