All too soon the countryside,
Now fresh greened and sprouting more
Than spring, looks out for wider
Room, shakes it's newborn blossoms
Then ushers April to the door.
And April's away.
No longer teenage, Flora's
Grown maturer now, slightly
Deeper hued, flowers adorning
Every late spring bough, while
April, already pale, turns white,
Then April's away.
Heated by more ardent sun,
Hedgerows must have stronger feed.
Palid from work early done
April leaves, - makes way for May
To ensure Flora has her needs
Now April's away.
And April is leaving as a very damp one...beautiful write Fay...as always it is like taking a walk through nature with you...Fi 10+++
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A superb nature poem with joy abiding. It is really very beautiful and the poem took me away to April's magic. Karin Anderson 10/10