by Paul C. Binotto
© 2019
March’s out, the way it came.
April’s come, so have the rains.
Gone’s the memory of winter pains.
April’s tears, cry for May,
Sun and rain softens the Potter's clay.
by Paul C. Binotto
© 2019
March’s out, the way it came.
April’s come, so have the rains.
Gone’s the memory of winter pains.
April’s tears, cry for May,
Sun and rain softens the Potter's clay.