who told my tree it was April?
An old neem tree
sentinel stands
in my frontyard
fresh healing air
green sunlit shade
bitter year-round
Pinnate gloss leaves
inflorescences
hundreds of flowers
fragrant crisp white
appear at once
sure it is April
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2025
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