The prompt for April 4 was to write a poem referring to T. S. Elliot’s, “The Waste Land”. In it he writes that April is the cruelest month. I feel that April brings us closer to spring-like days filled with sun.
January, you were a difficult if not cruel month
You brought illness, doctor visits and hospital stays
February, you have been a sweet, comforting month
You brought celebrations, anniversaries, warm days
March, you were easy, then challenging for everyone
You brought Easter, a new great niece and recovery
April, you’re windy, ushering storms, indeed cruel
Not the cruelest month, you won't quietly diminish
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