Day two
I've abandoned the prompts today! A poem to fit the season and a monorhyme
April
It's April so it really must be Spring
No longer does the cold of winter sting
and each day bursts of colour add their zing
as gaudy jewels add a bunch of bling.
No longer to our winter wardrobes cling
as layers shed, thick coats we do not bring
and voices in the showers dare to sing
It's time for winter blues away to fling
to soar in joy like kestrel on the wing
or as a child enjoying their first swing
in April so it really must be Spring
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