April Morning
popcorn clouds stretching themselves into cotton balls
a sky feeling somber, gently shadowing itself
fir trees darkening in the horizon,
a meadow glistening with dew
fifty-six degrees, a hint of spring
baby animals wake up beside their mothers
the world is coming back to life in time to greet May
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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