April
Your warm breath pushes life into the soil,
bringing the smell of lilacs by the garden gate.
Mixed with a songbird’s heavy-throated bid,
to woo and win the love of last year’s mate.
When your skies do darken and fill with rain,
your water will flourish both root and stem.
Fruit trees sway softly in your warming breeze,
fragrant blossoms of pink and white on them.
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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