It’s April, and how it arrived so quickly, I’ve no idea.
But according to the calendar: it’s officially the first of April.
But why are you stretching the heavy blanket of winter?
You’re supposed to bring spring with its warm sun, blue sky, and colourful flowers.
Up to this very moment, it’s freezing cold here,
and rainy,
and the only colourful flowers are the ones in the supermarkets.
Not only that, you’re bringing along news of an unexpected guest: the wind.
She’s planning a short stay for two days soon, I heard.
Honestly, earlier that day, I thought it might be one of your fool tricks.
But no — it wasn’t.
You’ve just announced, clear and clean, that winter’s mood is still on.
But March announced that the summertime is already here,
with a promise of long, bright days.
What’s wrong this year?
If you had a fight with long March,
or if you’re simply confused by the chaos in the world,
please don’t make us scapegoats for others’ madness.
Anyway, welcome April—
and thank you for the spark of sun that shone just as I finished this post.
Is this a promise of new hope.
Please be kind.
With kind and hopeful thoughts,
Nahla
Pure and Simple 