At April’s set and the


    rise of May,


    I look back at this changeable


    month.


    A month of odd warmth and


    blustering cold,


    A month of clear skies and


    overcast rain.


    A month where the daffodils danced


    their last;


    A month where the tulips flowed


    into being.


    Where the evenings grew longer;


    And the sun rose earlier with each


    passing day;


    Where the days of


    April’s Zenith felt more like the


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    Sun,


    Sky,


    Warmth and anticyclonic


    sand:


    With three bouts of sea fog more


    akin to autumn;


    That swept in from five in


    the afternoon;


    And did not recede until Noon of


    the following day.


    Now Polar Maritime dominates


    the April flow;


    Fresh,


    Cold,


    Laced with hail and


    even snow.


    One more day of the mid-


    month of Spring,


    Goodness knows what May


    will bring.


    But one thing will I


    not forget:


    The April days that were


    so like June.