HOW WE MAKE APRIL A HABIT
She's the wisp of a dream,the daughter we lost at sea,
the month of new things - an idea we'd like to be.
Intent on servicing despair, the mind toys with a
better idea - and there she is, our April again.
Cannot mind the rain, or the wind, or even untimely
cold. Nothing stays, and we all now it's going away.
She just makes the heart feel good, this old girl, again.