The Cruelest Month?

Let’s hear it forthe fourth month ofthe year,

The cruelest month, some say, but I dunno,

How could it be, when everywhere I hear

The croon ofthrush, offinch, ofcardino?

Themonth that gave me to this spinning marble

Can’t be the worst one out of allthe twelve,

For if it hadn’t spring birds’ velvet warble,

Where would we seek thesong, where might we delve?

The fragrance of gardenias rides theair

And nighttime jasmine waits its turn toboard.

Palolo spring is lush beyond compare

With April’s cornucopic floral hoard.

It seems tome, of allthe months, thejewel.

Or am I just another Aprilfewel?