April is the cruelest month
April, the taste of spring on the lips
A fresh warm breeze with the smell
Of new growth and flowers
Rain that soaks the skin
And ground pooling in the ruts
Lightning flashes the sky
And then in natures cruel trick
The weather turns cold
And feathery white, crystal
Flakes like cobwebs of lace
Drift down, coating the ground
Covering natures latest attempt at spring
A chill permeates the air
Driving people indoors
To warmth and cozy fires
Until spring has sprung again
And the snow is no more
©Sheilagh Lee April 11, 2016
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