A cold coming

April- a time of comprehension

That those who hunkered down

Neath winters premature blanket

Will not be returning to us again

Not, in the persona or our lifetime

April- is to remind us life goes on

It perseveres by its own set nature

But it lacks emotions or a heartbeat

Wears no frowned face or a shadow

So much unlike us- left to gardening       

Tending new growth of hope to forget

We hide profound pain in ourselves     

Like a secret the world mustn’t know

To prevent looking overly… human

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Poet of the Light © 2023

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