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.
Clever use of internal rhyme!
ReplyDeleteThe 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...
ReplyDeleteAnother lovely spring poem! The family is producing them nicely.
ReplyDeleteBut before the summer's heat decends
ReplyDeletewe'll get pettle puddles under flowering trees.
Very nice poem!