April’s the month of love in Paris, and also on the Cape
The Herring leave the ocean to spawn in ponds and lakes
Coyotes and Foxes give birth to their pups
And Pat Boone’s song of April Love, as always, lifts us up.
The Terns and Piping Plovers return, and begin to scout for their nests
Song birds sing at the crack of dawn, and shorten our springtime rest
Rain comes down in gentle swaths to help the flowers grow
The grass turns green, and gets so long, soon it’s time to mow.
April in Paris is nothing compared
To willows and birches that are no longer bare
To the lilacs’ and fruit trees’ scent in the air
If you read this and can’t help but wish you were there…
You really should go!