April Fools


April Fools

April fools
aren’t we hoping
for a bit more warmth

to waken the violets
soft wind to quiver
open snowdrops

even as clouds
drop thick pellets
of ice-covered snow


About elainereardon

Poet, writer, gardener, herbalist, pottery, painting—bumping into magic, peeking around new corners.
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