Day 4: It's a Cruel, Cruel April

Topic: What month is the cruelest? 

Poetry Form: Etheree

Simply put, we have about 4 to 6 inches of snow on the ground. Thus this poem was born!

Cruel April 

Spring,

It starts

With sunlight

Reaching across,

Greenery bursting

Against the Sapphic blues,

Clouds dropping a sudden storm

Cruelest mistress when sun shines

And yet you see the snow falling down.

How unfair when the seasons don’t play fair.