There may be one more. Or not. This was started in the wee-small hours. I appreciate all the visitors and all the poems that were shared by the April poets!
The Last before May
Why, April,
are you so fickle?
holding back words
pelting down rain
and even snow
You’ve teased and
tossed your head
and now trees are
clouds, rolling waves
upon the hills
now green again.
But you, you dance
and sing
and wave
and go again.
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I’d love to thank you for your words and what you do with them, Mary Beth. I’m looking forward to catching up with the second half of April, but here is a proof that you were one of my favourites in the first half, in case you didn’t see the pingback. I wish you happy May poems and beyond.
https://manjameximoving.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/day-16-art-likes-to-make-more-of-itself/
I LOVED what you did. Brilliant!