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