April is National Poetry Month. It was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.
By Fran Migliaccio
April is a smile, beginning with a fool.
April is sun, a wave along the way,
walkers and riders alike wish all good day.
April: a purple crocus on grass, and green
leaf spears thrusting up yellow furls.
A pair of courting mallards touring the yard.
April is a burgeoning pond.
April is an ambling stroll, no pumping
pressure pounded purpose, no
April is soft, not loud,
yet can surprise.
Breathe “april,” a whisper: your lips open,
gentle: pathway to possibility —
on guard against surmise,
and watch for April fooleries
with wide open eyes.
Fran Migliaccio is a local author and poet.