


Early April, and warm enough
to keep the windows open overnight
and so we wake to birdsong,
which is more of a repeated chirrup
than a song.
It reminds me of a dripping faucet
if the droplets sounded sharp.
Still, the air feels mild
and smells of rain.
This is spring – gentle, yet sharp.
April bows out
leaving so prettily
though yesterday
was rainy, cold and gray
birdsong
starts this day,
insects flit and buzz everywhere,
and the pigeons low cooing
continues until dusk
Sun and wind and greening grass,
clean smell of growing things
and freshly turned earth
promise gardens of delight
to come
The flowers of May
the fruits of June
and August’s bounty
drying, dying into autumn
We made it! Congratulations to everyone who wrote 30 poems in 30 days during the month of April! Well done, you!