( / Hull, East Yorkshire, England)

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.

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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.)