THIS PENULTIMATE 'LAST DAY'

This penultimate 'last day' of March:
Yet, warmth is only sanctioned

in the southern climes;

...Which seems such a shame

To those captured by fate

in the truncated, unfortunate north.

Godspeed to April's charms;

A fourth month of wildly fickle

Earth-tones, blooms, and

Cherry blossoms...

I very squarely commend

The eastern red-bud,

The woodland streams and dizzying

Array of yellow daffodils.

And, never prone to reticence

(When praise for the small tokens

Of Ostara merit a certain generosity),

Idleness of heart is most unwelcome.

Thus, put on your very finest

vernal dress and verdant gloves, April;
I'll bring the candles, you bring the book:

Simply open it to better days ahead!

Poem written by L.P.-G.