Friday, April 30, 2010

April's Over

April’s over but the clover, she is green.
May shall dawn, the lawn still fresh, tomorrow,
The trees still bright in fairy light in days ahead.
Past winter’s grime there is no time like Spring
Even if, alas, perennial although the grass,
This too shall pass into the summer’s heat.


  1. The rhyme's inside, but I noticed this morning that this one is a companion to your wonderful "Source" -- where the rhymes are out but the theme is also round and round...

  2. Another lovely spring poem! The family is producing them nicely.

  3. But before the summer's heat decends
    we'll get pettle puddles under flowering trees.

    Very nice poem!


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