Pass the periwinkle and sit with me at the kid’s table; kick off your shoes and share a crayon cocktail.
Let’s doodle the night in the barest pint as fistfuls of cherry blossoms kiss the moon that rises full of papery light.
Foolish April’s menu with specialty moments on the side:
Eggs promise ducklings running paddle-footed across the chartreuse lake; but there’s always room for a chorus of tangerine and rainbow sherbet sunsets that melt into the choppy sunset.
Daffodils spill sunny yellow giggles filled with rainy saved daylight.
Sprinkles of drizzle resist our layers of butterfly scratiffo as we color the air with sea-green memories and corn-flower jokes.
Rest your elbows on the kids table that, once white, is now scribbled with spumoni abandon.
Don’t be fooled by April’s grass moon illusions of blooming, hatching, bluster; kick off your shoes and always be available for chocolate cake addressed with violets.
But, now is not the time for bare feet in the rainy grass still dipping into ice-blue chilies and willies and happy for my lavender Aunt Francis sweater.
My shellacked umbrella cast peachy tulip shadow buds and we float up the side walk’s barest petal pink stream; whispering pastel promises of sweet graffiti Saturdays in April.