April

April poem by Iris Carden

It’s April, in the midst of autumn.
The roses burst into glorious bloom.

Bright colours fill the garden,
air carries delicate scent.

The summer heat finally fades,
cool nights for rest are made.

Lengthening nights, shortening days,
milder weather should stop and stay.

Time to recover from summer burn.
Prepare for cold, which comes in turn.

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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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Nicely done, Iris! Beautiful flow and a feast for the senses! It seems jarring to think of April going into autumn…for us it’s spring! 💞 💞 💞

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Iris Carden says:

April 23, 2023 at 7:47 am

It’s like our Christmas, when all the American tv shows have snow, and we’re sweltering in 40 deg C heat.

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1. Dawn says:
  
  April 23, 2023 at 9:13 am
  
  Lol, I’m sure!
  
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