This poem is an April day without sun.
This poem is two hummingbirds huddled in a rose.
This poem is rain turning grass into emerald sparkles.
This poem is walking water puddles,
and giggles echoing in the street.
This poem is a girl holding an umbrella
believing she is the princess of wind.
This poem is an April day without sun.
This poem is moments that pass too quickly,
photographs from newborn to graduation.
This poem is storms, tears, broken hearts, a friend
who sits with you while you fall apart.
This poem is two hummingbirds huddled in a rose.
This poem is a day with gray clouds
a spirit trusting she’ll find the rainbow.
This poem is a girl becoming a woman, green eyes
that hold memories, singing when there’s pain.
This poem is rain turning grass into emerald sparkles.
This poem is days without sun.
This poem is a friend in a storm.
This poem is tears with emerald sparkles.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWrMo Day 24
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This poem is two hummingbirds huddled in a rose.