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.