The garden, jeweled after rain -
that white shot of the sudden hail
glazed into grey and melted away
as quickly as it piled (so wild that bee
pressed for sanctuary at my door-seal).
Wisps of raised eyebrows, white clouds
changing places with frowning darks
sun discovering briefest intervals.
High thrush-resonance might shake
the crystals* hung on hedge
so cloud-light rung.
This is the way April wants to leave us,
among the pear blossoms here now,
the apple to come,
remembering sweetness, anointed with tears.
.......................
*Just big raindrops shining.
