No Power In The Verse Can Stop Me NaPoWriMo 2025

April’s fake summer greets us with 
Outstretched hands 
Cloudy heads of daffodils
Sway gently on embankments 
The hawthorn in the hedge 
Giving everything it’s got 
It’s just on the cusp of being too hot 
And we know it won’t last 
And the rain will come soon
But for now we shall bask
Like two sunflowers in bloom