Sunday, April 10, 2016

April is the cruelest month

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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