Let's try to post something each day, even if it just a haiku! I'll start, - serial haiku, but ...
Sometimes April days
Seem misplaced from other months
March, November, May
Nothing’s as hopeful
As blue sky warmth or as grim
As a sleet forecast
Still we carry on
We New Englanders do, with
A certain dry wit
Summer dreams seem more
Distant in April, even
Than February
But gardeners still
Prepare tools, seeds and deep hope
Planting time will come
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