About April
About April
Oh, April, thou art fickle;
We know why April Fools
Belongs to you.
Tornadic surprises, and yet
While our feet are getting wet;
Colors burst into natural umbrellas.
Oh, April, thou art fickle;
You stand in front of Winter man,
And dare his sneaky return plan.
We’ll take your interim joy between
‘Til May’s maturity of spring
Weds itself to summer.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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