The A Months

Poem by Evie Groch

April is a starched petticoat
Gutsy and gusty and stiff
Dripping moisture
From her lips
To awaken dormant plants
Bathe them with caressing hands
Before they fully bloom

August is a gentle lass
All lithe and barely clad
Still barefoot, crushing leaves
Her fragrant garland
Sits askew
On her flowing auburn strands
An ambassador to the windy season
She glides with tact and manners
expecting us to clear away
dead leaves in her wake

Evie Groch, Ed.D. enjoys publishing her opinion pieces, humor, poems, short stories, and memoir vignettes. Her favorite themes are immigration, languages, and justice.

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