April
April
Dedicated to National Poetry Month,
to all the fellow muses out there,
and to PoetrySoup.com and their copywriters
for providing a place to publish members’ works and the resources they provide.
April is,
this time of year,
where everything must grow.
To take,
upon itself in the year,
where pride to thee,
is it shown?
Sown is,
the tree’s we look,
that spits about its buds.
The flower that seeks,
to emerge from the earth.
Comes through,
to exalt itself,
from its birth.
| Copyright © | William Darnell Sr. |
| Year Posted 2020 |
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