April
Ah April I welcome
you
Along with your
blooms
Rain and whirlygigs
that
Fall from my maple
trees
And cover my yard
like
A blanket of snow.
Your rain I don’t
mind
It’s a welcome relief
And I love your
breeze.
But all of the above
Make me sneeze.
The allergies came
not
Long ago
And lo and behold
April brings them out
In me.
So I grab an umbrella
Just in case
And stuff tissues
Everywhere when I
must
Go out.
You are the month of
hope
That brings back the
color
That winter
desperately grabbed
And hid.
You are the month of
blooms
Cheering us when we
need it
Desperately.
What would we do
without you?
You are a respite
before the
Hot heat of summer
descends upon
Us.
So bring your rain,
your blooms
And your color.
Allergies aside,
I need you as much
As everyone else.
Welcome April!
Sherry Hill
