April in England

Kevin Michael Bloor

April is the kindest month,
by beauty it’s beset.
And that I breathe in England now
I never will regret.

April is the birth of hope,
new life in bud and leaf.
And that I live in England now
gives joy and never grief.

April is for lovers' walks
through woodland, o'er the wold.
And that I love in England now
is worth its weight in gold.

April is, to me, divine.
It melts my heart with love.
And that I write in England now
makes me thank God above.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2022 05:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: ode to the loveliest month: April
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 26
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  • orchidee

    Good write K.
    Erm, I thought it was Christmas, with snow showers and sunshine yesterday! It's perked up a bit today.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      In Buxton, we can have all the seasons in one day! However, at the moment we are experiencing a taste of spring, with only a sprinkling of snowy stuff: hence the poor little poem.

    • Christina8

      A wonderful ode to april and the land you love! Great poem!

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