Spring 2013 Part 2 – Tantrum

The tulips may be shyly greening,
Their tight-lipped buds peeking out from a cloak of leaves,
But the architect of their blooms
Is in no mood for beauty.

Weather hormones raging,
It throws hail and tornadoes,
Blizzards and lightning,
And rumbles, grumbles, stumbles
Towards an April night.

Perhaps the wind chimes will sing it sleep
Or perhaps it will bluster and rage into darkness
And beyond through dawn,
Until Spring
breaks.