APRIL

APRIL
April is the month four,
when of winter's cold hold,
I can no longer endure.
 
A is letter one.
April is the time when 
winter is finally, finally, done.
 
April has letters five.
The Earth again comes alive.
 
Spring spreads her wings.
She starts to again sing.
I can hear her song,
as I walk along. 
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