It's April
April brings with her the fragrance
of springtime, clean as airy grass
cuddling baby blooms--
And nights grow longer, clouds in redder hue,
as bushes change to emerald instead of weeds-
while sounds of jaybirds recite
a holy prayer--
through dreamy walks by the sea,
I meet new season's breeze
knowing there is heaven in spring.
12 April 2018
Brian Strand Contest
Copyright © Norma Arana | Year Posted 2018
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