She wears green crinolines flowing to the ground, decorated with flounces of pink Azaleas, Yellow Jessamines, and purple Petunias.
Her cheeks are scarlet roses and her long hair golden lilies mixed with Spanish moss.
With her sweet scent, butterflies court her.
But, she’s fickle – sunny one moment and cloudy the next.
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I’m supposed to be working, but I visited Fireblossom and discovered a new challenge.
Thanks to Words Count with Mama Zen, I wrote my first 66 word about April. It’s not poetry, but it was fun:~)