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Monday, April 4, 2016

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 

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.

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