By Roberta Curley
March is soups and starches
streets smacked with slush
April shoots daffodils afoot
astronauts a-launching
not a soul rushes by clusters
of plucky pink impatiens
data-piqued students stow
motherboards in cupboards
millennials romp in shorts and tees,
revisiting ice cream’s glee
…soon
soon…
kids rediscover ball-play and teams,
squishing squeaky greens
a drizzle dribbles then melts
sparking recreation dreams
as a sun sliver glitters left field
April kicks winter’s pants
May scampers up, inciting scrambles
for sun-block and Ray-Bans
winter skulks off in a pouty rant
— the NYC seasonal dance
