A trick of April grudgingly offers a morning or two that lies warm on the skin. Time to put away the jackets. Bare legs appear as pale as the green buds on lilac branches. Spring. Is Here.
But April fools for more than just a Day. Laughingly it sweeps down through the night and blows last Autumn’s leaves around. Scatters them to set the scene to trick the eye into September. And goosebumps rise with the stubborn clinging to the lies.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology