April

Like a young girl
Running barefoot
Across the dewy fields
And meadows,
So April comes—
Welcome as the cowslips,
Fresh as the first lambs of spring.

by Pete Crowther

Comments (4)

All the promise of April (spring) captured in a few evocative lines.
The freshness of your poem reiterates that of April. I always wait patiently for that month, heralding warmth and flowers.
I wish I could write like you. Short but sweet and perfect.
You captured April so completely. A very long time ago, I used to delight in running barefooted through the dewy grasses...and here, in Canada, I have a clump of cowslips that I guard with my life, for signs of spring. We have to wait until May for that. (By the way, I hope you won't mind my mentioning there was a typo in the poem re autumn ('to' with one 'o' instead of two.)