Always April

A Poem by The Things She Noted

In winters snow

On spring days

April feels playful

I do not

She kisses my feet

Wet and cold

Brings me flowers

I let them die

Weeding out

All the mud

That dries my mind

April go away

She cried today

I can’t forget

Her tears upon my skin

I did not mean to be cruel

You know

All that I know

And all that I know

Is you

You with your buds

Your water

And growth

Quiet in your hellos

Slow

Steady

You’ve won the race

You’re seasoned

Smart

Wicked

Cool

April, this you must know

But I can’t see you

Not today

Not like this

I’m too tired

So I stay inside

Curtains drawn

Don’t call

I won’t answer

One more day

Until you leave

I’m not sure

If I’ll see you again

I’ve been sad

Too sad

But you know that April

It’s hard for me to be happy

Last x crossed

Goodbye

Flipped pages

Calendar wisdom

I’ll miss you April

I’m no good with goodbye

You’ve left behind your flowers

I’ll keep them by my bedside

April you’re too good

But I’m stuck

In the winter of my life

Barron and cold

They all leave

And that’s okay

I’ll write about you

If I May

© 2021 The Things She Noted

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Coyote Poetry

A wonderful poem shared for April.
"I’ll miss you April
I’m no good with goodbye
You’ve left behind your flowers
I’ll keep them by my bedside"
I liked the above lines a lot. I love the month of April also. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago

3 Years Ago

Thank you for your lovely comment :)

John the Baptist

What's all this about April being the cruelest month? The speaker here realizes it has some shortcomings, but as the last few days pass into history, there is a sadness to see the month depart. Well, that's the way they all are; sooner or later they'll leave you. Last stanza was very clever.