April

Buzzing bees and blooming trees

have everyone aglow.

Sunny, cloudless skies give rise

to warmer days, I know.

Singing birds, and pretty words

about newly grassy greens,

Petals abud and puddles of mud

just cliched springtime scenes.

For me a treat, is dirt on cleats

a new grip on my bat.

A ball's thump of love, landing in my glove.

Flowers can't compete with that. 

 

 

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