April Morning

How odd  You may think it  For my April days  To be filled of  White blankets and  Bone chattering freezes Accompanied by chirping birds  And blooming daisies  How odd You may think it  For the gardeners  To stow away  Their tools and trinkets Their seeds and sit on Facebook Until the freeze  Passes yet once again How odd  You may think it That the sun shines Whilst the clouds dump showers  upon my home This is indeed All we have ever known  Welcome to my humble abode  Where We Oregonians see this place as The less travelled road This is the time of year,  Where we bring out our  sanadals  snow boots And hiking gear We venture into the wilderness  Knowing  we may stumble upon snow A doe Or simply the sun  shining its glow  Welcome to my Home  Where we wear snow boots  with our tank tops And graphic tees  with our knee high socks  Welcome to my haven  Where  April Mornings  Are my very favorite time of year