For the month of April, I'll be writing poetry each day in celebration of National Poetry Month. I've decided not choose a theme, not to plan the writing, but instead to wait to see what poetry finds me each day.
Checked my calendar, this early morn,
And April it did say.
I looked outside once again.
There really was no way.
"Snow again," I cried aloud,
And shook my weary head.
White, it covered all the earth,
It should be green instead.
April showers, they do say,
As flowers start to pop.
Seems these days, snow's all we see.
It just won't even stop.
The calendar, it doesn't lie,
Yes, April is the date.
So, please, tell Mother Nature,
Spring's running much too late.
I can't imagine this can last,
It surely has to end.
Oh, Dear Spring, please take a stand.
Spring, if not now, then when?
© Cathy L. Mere, 2018
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