Draft of a poem that goes along with today's date and weather:
April
April flowers, where art thou?
Hibernating still, 'neath the snow
for winter's blanket 'tis cold
as flowers slumber below.
With much anticipation, April
is welcomed each spring, yet...still
a'waiting for flower bulbs
to spring forth and become.
Each new morrow and morn
snowflakes befall and adorn
this month April when
flowers shouldst begin to bloom.
Too cold, too cloudy,
too gray, too wintery.
Methinks the warmth of the sun
shouldst befall; aye, blooms hasten.
In the meanwhile, April's
graceful arrival is spoiled
by cold snow which covers and cradles
the landscape like a betrayal.
Gardeners can'st wait to discover,
when out from hibernation, flowers
haply ope (by chance open),
at last – hope!
Perchange these snowflakes wiltst be envious.
It's knownst, flowers enhance one's countenance.
Wiltst snowflakes and flowers parley (negotiate with)?
Posthaste - will snowflakes scurry....
as in, return to the heavens?
Thank heavens!
My voice exclaims "Yes!"
as does many a lasses.
None to soon spring's apparel
will happily wave their colors.
Everyone everywhere will exclaim: Marvelous!
April's flowers are most intently glorious!
Ahhhh, April
come...my angel,
ever faithful
become now wakeful.
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will be available in April.
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