April, you Enchantress
April comes dressed in dogwood and wisteria
She hums her tune of birdsong, buzzing bees, and the gentle creaking of tree branches swaying in her cool morning breeze
Her breath of fresh pine lingering into the warm afternoon sun
Copyright © Kelly Hawkins | Year Posted 2025
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