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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  apex of Glorious June:

  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.

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