'My Month' Poem by Thomas Adams
'My Month'
Those brother months that fall before,
are harsh to me, forebode.
Unforgive, their wind and snow
whilst trapped beneith their cold.
Yet not undone months fall behind her,
steam and sweat the lot.
In search of mild and comfort care
to cool and find it not.
No, I have found my favorite month,
she's time where winds are stable.
And I shall live the highest life
embraced by my month April.
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Thomas Adams
The Poetaster Oct-2013
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