April's Treasures
Beyond the storm cloud’s silver lining
The sun is pouring molten gold
To set the diamond raindrops shining
And each new leaf with jade enfold
Rubies plucked from red rose petals
Obsidian from the raven’s wing
Speak not of precious gems and metals
When April’s treasures come each spring.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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