After some delay it’s time to post this month’s poem in the “Twelve Months” series…if you want the background, part 1 is here and part 2 is here. As usual, questions,comments,etc. are welcomed. Thanks for reading along!
April–come she will,
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain,
When the last bit of cold falls away to the North,
When flowers bloom after Winter’s pain,
When the command to replenish, from Heaven, goes forth.
And how, amongst all your dazzling colors,
The one that stands out is bloody red?
And though He died, yet like the flowers,
He burst from the ground and arose from the dead.
The 12 months finds Spring and life born anew…