DM Babbit Poet Quatrain

Come to Me in April

Come to me in April
  when the chill of March winds have died
  and the flowers that struggle to bloom
  now find sun rays that warm and loom;

come to me in April
  when all the winter cold slips reluctantly away
  and the garden breathes anew swept by spring brooms
  with daffodils and tulips from the earth exhumed;

come to me in April
  when all my memories float on by
  escaping the tears never meant to cry
  and what was can never be undone;

come to me in April
  when the tide of Easter resurrection lives again
  God's promise to the souls of men
  that life goes on beyond the here and now;

come to me in April
  when all our dreams are reawakened
  and the bonds of love are never shaken
  freely given, ready for the taking.

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