It is said
“April showers bring May flowers.”
Such a hopeful perspective
On the grey, gloomy, cold, wet days
Of April.
Days and days of rain.
Or sometimes snow.
Is anything said
Of April snowstorms?
The flowers
That were fooled into blooming
In April,
Believing that it was Spring,
Bow their embattled heads
To the pounding rains.
Perhaps T.S. Eliot was closer
To the truth of April
When he said,
“April is the cruellest month.”
I sit at my window,
Wrapped in a blanket,
Wearing wool socks,
Feeling the cold
And the damp
And the darkness
Of this forbidding April.
The chill settles into
My very bones.
Will April ever end?
It is time
To leave the showers of April behind
And skip to the flowers of May.
About the Creator
Laura DePace
Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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