April's Come
April’s come with amber rays.
On my lawn a gilded glaze
soon she will be leaving me.
Days of gray away will flee!
Spring brings light I love the most.
It’s like butter on my toast.
Easing onto spring comes dawn;
with such hope to her I’m drawn.
I behold the morning sun
behind my house. Then I run
just to see as sunlight spills
over my yard’s daffodils.
It’s like a plenitude of
honey from the sky. I love
memories of spring I hold
when April spreads dawns of gold.
April 13, 2023
For Emile Pinet's Write A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023
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