April Calls
April calls
some distant echo from the past
where winter sleeps,
seeks its rest in time and space,
while April rains
chill and recall the long winter dark
passed;
but now,
mid-April showers fall
and bud and blossoms peek out and up
to touch the warmth of the sun,
feel the soft caress of spring tease,
ready, willing, anxious, longing, grateful
to take in the light,
to breathe new life
and be resurrected
from the shadows
passing off, forgotten in the background
bending, bowing. genuflecting
to the passage of time.
4/12/2021
April Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
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