Soon will be May again
That darling month of poems, flowers,
Gaiety and holidays
Till then though,
April will hold fast
To its power to sway
The fragile moods of humans
With wind, sun, buds and storms
Performing their spontaneously choreographed dance
Raw and intemperate
In full, unceasing view of us all
© Gayle Force Press 2012
A poem by Franklin Oliver
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