The Cruellest Month

April 18, 2020  /  Lucia Herrmann

Birds in springtime overture 

Windchime sensitive to slightest breeze

Flower buds steeped in expectation

Gardenias you smell before seeing.

Bunnies when they’re small and mangy

Raindrops when it’s hot and sticky

How suddenly it all gets green.

And before the sneezing

Bikes abound, babies are out.

Afternoons spent ambling 

Serenades along the Schuylkill Trail

But first, new beau to be found.

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