Friday, July 15, 2022

April

April
by Eleanor Hammond

The grass is soft and furry
One every field and lawn,
And dandelions twinkle
Like stars at dawn.

The daffodils are dancing
Like wind-blown yellow laughter,
Remembering it is April
And May comes after.

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