dVerse Poets

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So, what of April in this cold winter clime

Stroll undaunted seeing the smallest buds

Trees fighting the snow showers to peek through and blossom

Only to be frozen in place, dry and dying

Such a disappointing effort, but do we cry,

Harp against Mother Nature for her trickster ways?

No, because in this area of very short springs and summers

We still search for the crocus blade, and celebrate an occasional hardy daffodil.

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8 thoughts on “dVerse Poets”

  1. I love this poem, Cheryl. Strolling “undaunted” to grasp whatever Mother Nature offers in her “trickster” way is to enjoy her fleeting pleasures with gratitude indeed!

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    1. Thanks! I prefer cold, too hot and humid, which is what I had in Houston Texas when I lived there. I found the perfect climate was on the western slope of Colorado Rockies with milder winters. Sunshine every day. I loved it there.

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