April, as a month, is dreary,
The earth is dank
and spoiled,
The sky opaque, the
air is bleary,
The snow, too slow,
recoiled.
The earth is dank and spoiled,
Green growth yet to
appear,
The snow, too slow,
recoiled,
An undecided time of
year.
Green growth yet to appear,
Trees still proudly
bare,
An undecided time of
year,
A chill pervades the
air.
Trees still proudly bear
Leaves, grow lush and
bright,
A warmth pervades
the air,
The sun shares its
precious light.
Leaves grow lush and bright,
Grass sprouts green
and nourishes,
The sun shares its
welcome light,
Life abounds and
flourishes.
May as a month is sweet.
- Laura Freeman -
April 29th, 2013
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