April is National Poetry Writing Month, and although several years I’ve celebrated it by trying to write a poem every day — and almost succeeding some of those years — I knew I couldn’t work at that pace this time around. In fact, I accidentally let April slip in without one rhyme. But today I decided I need to at least make the effort to contribute to the world’s collection of poetry by writing a few new poems during April. So I’m making a start right now.

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WHERE IS SPRING?

Spring is trying hard to get a start this year.
March did come in with lion winds on cue.
But other elements just cannot get in gear,
The weather’s gray and cold, and that won’t do.

Daffodils did bloom and lift their yellow heads,
Only to be beaten down by storms and rain.
They lay forlorn and helpless, flat upon their beds,
And now its wet and gray and cold again.

I just don’t know what’s happened to our happy spring.
When scents of flowers and grasses fill the air.
When golden sun and bluest skies cause birds to sing.
And folks can catch ‘spring fever’ everywhere.

Maybe it will change and warm up in no time.
I surely hope that’s true, ’cause here’s the thing:
To end this poem I need to have a word that rhymes,
And I can’t think of anything but Spring!

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