March slides into April as showers wave winter farewell
Days dawn ever lighter, bluebells dock the dells.
One final march through chapel doors, dressed head to toe in black
A last dirge from organ pipes, one more family plaque.
Sunny May arrives as swiftly as Shiva’s arrow flies
Church bells peel, confetti fills cotton-clouded skies.
Darkness lurks in shadows, on penitents as they pray,
Smiles adorn faces on children in their play.
Winter lies forgotten lost in days just passed
Hearts lifted at village fetes about the green and grassed.
Laughter chimes out often as barbies fire and smoke
Guitar strings stroke the air while sisters smile and joke.
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