April

Because April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to write this poem and dedicate it to this joyous occasion and to all the poets and poetesses of the world in a symbolism. And to our, the copywriter's, here at PoetrySoup for giving us a place to publish such works.

April

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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