Thursday, April 6, 2017

April 6, 2017 Poets United/ April


the fourth month                      of the year                                each year it seems new

unpredictable                           the temperature rises                balmy days disappear

fruit trees begin to bud             new green everywhere              colorful crocus appear

clouds gather on the horizons       dark and gray                       storms bring snow

winter again                             hat and gloves                          get your coat

hibernate a little longer             stoke the fire in the fireplace    dream of summer

April 6, 2017


  1. I'm dreaming of summer now in December! Funny how I want to mix these lines up like fridge poetry and see what else can be created.

  2. true, each year each month is new, not only April. Nicely worded.