APRIL

 

APRIL

April has letters five.
The month when
I really feel alive.
The winter I did survive.

April has letters four.
The cold winter,
I can no longer ignore.
The winter's cold,
getting really, really, old.
She has released her hold.
 
Spring finally has spread her wings.
I can hear her sing.
Listen to her song, as I walk along.


 
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