April Poem by David Mitchell

March is dwindling and dying -
Now April is here,
The sweetest of months
In the whole of the year!
The chill winds of March
Have left us again:
It is time we should welcome
The soft vernal rain!

The gentle spring showers
Enduring for hours
Give life to the flowers
That lie on the ground.

The sky shines with brightness,
The air's filled with lightness,
The clouds with clear whiteness,
The spring with sweet sound.

This month is a treasure;
Enjoy it at leisure:
I hope it's a pleasure
To you and to yours,

And I hope that you find
It a pleasant and kind
Month, and if not, don't mind
The month the world adores!

(Friday,31st March,2006, Colchester.)