Sister Poetry

Tiptoe
On a most unwelcome mat of crisp,
unyielding green,
April seems so tentative—
Shyly fingering the latch of March’s door.

Can’t she be a bit aggressive!

Impatient
of such diffidence, I almost
turn away
thinking to come back
at some much later day, when…

Listen
The persistent pounding
of a thousand, laughing crocuses!