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April.
A haze of green
now whispers
through the trees,
laughing and teasing
with baby-steps
that dance a world
fresh seen.
Skies swept clear
by spring's new broom
has scattered now
a gilding dust;
upon each
waiting bloom.
A smiling day
of new found life,
to wrap this foundling
year.
"...this foundling year."
A perfect ending for this tribute to April.
Thank you Stella, it was a
Thank you Stella, it was a lovely day. X