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April
by Genuine Suede Capricious April, known for her fickle moods, has cast off yesterday's sunny, brightly colored cloak that warmed the earth and hearts of men, and donned a gown of sullen, faded grey, pouting, once again a brooding witch. Awakening, I, in disbelief, look out upon the world; Spring is nowhere to be found! She had come but now is gone... With her goes my joy. I watch giant crystal-feathers cascading, frozen, milk-white wisps free-falling in slow motion and groan. Winter has returned. (C) For info about me, see under my name, above. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |