April Poem by Pete Crowther
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.
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:40:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
All the promise of April (spring) captured in a few evocative lines.