This year April will be yellow
and bright, with the usual UFOs
appearing in the heavens to those
who can spot them. Chaucer and Eliot
pop their heads up to let us
know how sweet or cruel the rest
of the season will be. Memories
of girls named April spring
back to life. There are
showers, as is customary.
Love melts. Hearts break.
All while pious May,
flowers in her hair, an air
of superiority perfuming her,
snickers from the sidelines,
waiting to take over.
Lovely!
Posted by: Mark Pawlak | April 06, 2024 at 09:47 AM
Wonderful as usual.
Posted by: Thomas E Davis | April 06, 2024 at 03:22 PM
WHAT?!!
Chaucer and T S Eliot spinning in their graves
Posted by: Bernard | April 08, 2024 at 05:16 PM
Brilliant!
Posted by: Jennifer | April 08, 2024 at 05:19 PM
And why not celebrate this fickle month, as only you can do, Terence. Thank you!
Posted by: Beth Joselow | April 08, 2024 at 05:22 PM
Terence is what I call "sassy love" and I would not have it any other way.
Posted by: Grace Cavalieri | April 08, 2024 at 05:27 PM
I’m perfect!
Posted by: Eileen Reich | April 08, 2024 at 05:50 PM
Sassy!
Posted by: susan campbell | April 08, 2024 at 06:13 PM
Once again Terence Winch lets us know what it's all about. April's even better than I thought, through his gracious words!
Posted by: Don Berger | April 09, 2024 at 08:00 AM
brilliant, as always
Posted by: lally | April 09, 2024 at 10:49 AM
Snickers from the sidelines!
May may may!
Posted by: Bill Nevins | April 09, 2024 at 02:13 PM
I don’t know whom I like more; your April or your May. They’re both perfect!
Posted by: Abbie Mulvihill | April 09, 2024 at 07:19 PM