As I prepare for another April of poetry writing, I have submitted this site to www.napowrimo.net for sharing, and have written an early poem. For April, on her journey.
April arrives, hair damp and disheveled,
shoes muddied and worn,
buttons missing from her coat.
She drags overstuffed parcels across my yard
unaware they have ripped open
leaving a trail behind her.
Something soft and easily windblown,
swirling up in March's fading eddys,
catching sunlight as they drift.
April walks on, her parcels grow lighter,
coat discarded and shoes kicked off,
around her a settling mist
through which the sepia world gains color
preparing for her younger sisters,
the bearers of flowers and fruit.
©2018 Noreen Braman
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