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In T.S. Eliot's "The Wasteland," Eliot famously called April "the cruelest month." This might seem unfair to some, but I think it's spot-on. You can be cruel without knowing it. The NaPoWriMo Day 4 challenge is "to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why." I'm all too happy to explain it to you.
April can be gorgeous. Just look at these pictures from a hike I just took with friends near Mt. Hood. How can I not be seduced by the power vested in spring? Oh, but April can be flighty and capricious! Difficult for me to accept and understand. And I won't even talk about taxes. What a let-down!
April stinks of dirt and wet dogs
leaves blossoms on the ground like used gym shorts
April is too young to show his colors
to bleed petals and face all that the wind has in store
April needs a hand to hold to tease
he doesn't yet understand his orientation
April texts you madly
then goes quiet
April says he'll be right over you take your clothes off and wait—
he doesn't show up