April Third
Now the wind
Comes in April
Right along with showers.
April Showers,
Famous rain following
The winds of March.
Today is gray, the sky,
Most like February,
Blowing hard
Raining sharp,
Out on the ocean,
The fetch of the wind
Causes the chop to mount
Spilling as whitecaps
Rushing north,
The blow fetching
From way on south,
The February north wind
Put out of business
By April Showers.
Walking head down
Against it,
The driving rain stings
Uncovered skin.
Your foul weather gear leaks.
The southeast breeze
Not so cold as March.
The breakwater
Close to shore
Is all big rollers
Plunging, blasting white water.
The scud of broken waves
Comes gliding to the sand,
Washing your sea boots lightly,
Lightly as a mother’s hands.
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