Forsythia glows
All golden while Dogwood's skin
Blushes up her arms
Christopher says it
Is April, the best month since
It is getting warm
Willow's leaves peek out
Chartreuse, with the promise
Lilac and Linden
Will soon scent the air
Accompanied by sweet grass
And sun-dried linens
Grills will be fired up
Creating Spring's miasma
Would that it could be
Bottled, put to sale
To be opened in the cold
Days of winter, a promise
Soon fulfilled as Sun
Warms the Earth, bringing forth life
And all its wonder.
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