To Boil Nectar

(with acrostic sentence)

To what purpose, April, do you return again? —Edna St. Vincent Millay

To boil nectar for the hummingbird feeder, another chore of spring.

What of this fading shade of red? What of this sugar the earth does bring?

Purpose, seems elusive, returning bulbs and all the flowers blooming. 

April, beauty is not enough. Between your fingers, cutting, and pruning,

Do I dare forget the seasons? The heart no longer flits, faster comes ruining.

You with freckled dark spots hint of purple while greens are fading fast to pulp.

Return the shovel and wash your hands, Do we have an evening left to sculpt,

Again? Bird in the box of so many idiot springs that try to remind us not to sulk…