April is

when the earth

parades in a green so brand-new

you can almost hear it playing a tune,

turning tight buds

of forsythia bushes

into tiny yellow trumpets,

waking the dozing daffodils.

And

April is

when your blue slicker

collects beads

of misty drizzle

and the walk to Grandma’s house

is a skip-splash-dance!

And

when you get there

Grandma

tells you how each spring

she falls in love with the world

all over again—

and you understand.


April is

when the earth

parades in a green so brand-new

you can almost hear it playing a tune,

turning tight buds

of forsythia bushes

into tiny yellow trumpets,

waking the dozing daffodils.

And

April is

when your blue slicker

collects beads

of misty drizzle

and the walk to Grandma’s house

is a skip-splash-dance!

And

when you get there

Grandma

tells you how each spring

she falls in love with the world

all over again—

and you understand


How does the speaker's point of view about spring compare to their grandmother's?