The Cruelest Month: Redux

   

A Simple Question for April...

Where is your sense of disgrace today

 

As the sleet blankets gravel and roof tops ?

 

There's frost connecting my flower beds

 

As well as the blossoming snowdrops...

I would have thought much better of you

 

Had you altered this wicked detraction;

 

Perhaps there's no hope for this 'cruelest of months'

 

And, hence, no kind-hearted redaction!!!

poem by L.P.-G. / April 4, 2022

" April is the cruelest month"

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 Redux upon Redux (sigh...)

  [4-18-2022]

There's snow on my magnolia tree;

The daffodils have drooped;

No cherry blossoms smile at me,

And all of Spring

Seems stooped ...

They say of April,

"She's so cruel ! ... No

Saint among our year!"

To April's snowy mess outside:

" Melt fast and disappear !!"

written by L.P.-G.