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?