Late April. For any who may be interested, 'Late April' 06, is typed beneath this one.
April has now more of an 'ah' than 'r'.
Springtime has progressed beyond mere young shoots;
Some maple and cherrys have tiny fruits,
And green corn, above the ground, has grown far;
Its height, almost with tall reeds, is on par.
All plants must, surely, be extending roots,
For, aren't they their feet in all save the boots?
Though rarely requiring foot-baths or spa.
Hawthorns are getting profusive in bloom.
Apple has made its appearance as well.
This year's blithe lambs, passed wean, nip the lithe grass.
The tulips, no longer fettling for room;
Open their petals to a sunny spell,
Which, in their term, is unlikely to pass.
Seasonal Sonnet Memory Lane. This Late April, was first posted in Allpoetry on:28/04/2006
Mid-spring’s arrived and the weather is mild.
Lively birds sing and the plants are fresh green.
Seem bumble bees rife and first ants are seen.
By temp’ratures false, we’re no more beguiled.
Now’s the ‘flowers phase’, however it’s styled;
Closer drawing to their summery mean.
Hosts of mammals are completing their wean.
Winter’s dossier’s for this year compiled.
Here, early swallows I think I did spot.
The sheen of rape mustard saffron’s the fields.
Clear stream is re-edged with beryl-hued sedge.
The keen avid gardener’s groomed his plot.
Close clustered clumped clover the meadow yields.
Light spiked blackthorn’s white blooms festoon the hedge.
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