To Wordsworth, April and Nature
"Come forth into the light of things,
let Nature be your teacher."
Use this chance to be her friend;
make haste to go and greet her!
Let’s celebrate the birthday month
of Mr Wordsworth, William,
and honour golden daffodils
that moved him - in their millions!
Nature in the raw can be
a harsh and cruel lady,
but April, dancing in with Spring,
is sunny, warm - though shady,
if cloud-held showers follow close
about her flowered gown
as she charms old Winter’s blues
with her golden crown.
Perhaps throughout the day, or later, I may come back to add some more verses... but no promises...