To bring

The April showers
Have chunks of ice,
Leaflets of snow and some
Heavenly grit
That hits the newly thawed ground
With its shy blades of grass
Like an unwelcome surprise.

The wedding-happy sparrows
Do not care, they fret
And they leap, picking
On the small seeds
And each other, they
Are not bothered as the
Spring blows up in their throats.

Faces wide open, the crows
Express their affection with
Shining stones, bits of twig and
Crooning that spans across streets
Wrapped in grey sunlight
And the wind that brings
No flowers.

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