SONG FOR AN OLD-FASHIONED APRIL by © Judith Chiorazzi
April, April, how do I knowwhether thou be friend or foe ?Give me sunlight, give me breath,Give me belief there is no death. How I wonder, my giver of the flowerWhether I'll have staying power;To wage this battle through thick and thinTo know my love will come back again... Tell me April, who is my love,The red robin or the cooing dove ?How can a messenger seem so stillWhile streams overflow with winter's swill ? Give me love or give me power;I'll take some of bothAnd contemplate the flower......
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