A Glorious Day in April, by Guy Fletcher

It's April, spring has finally arrived
after many months of dreary rain:
I reside on my garden bench
under an azure Aegean sky
to the mellifluous tone of birds,
splendid pink blossom drawing my eyes.
the weather certainly a surprise.

The sound of lawn mowers and children's laughter
fills the suburban air,
people escaping the monotony
of rain dripping down window panes.
The sun paints gold into my hair
and though my problems have not gone away
they seem so much less serious today.