April's Daughter

April's Daughter

A Poem by Zoe Richardson

Every spring is tornado season in Alabama. This is my homage to the storms.


April’s Daughter

April’s daughter swirled in silver

Dressed in dust as angel’s shiver

Touched with black and cloaked in noise

Where April’s daughter raised her voice


April’s daughter greets the plains

Blesses with a song of rain

Raises flowers and sweeps the sky

As first as soft as winter’s sigh


Then fingers black from fresh turned soil

Her hips extend and pause to coil

She rumbles as she builds her stride

Beneath the earth all rush to hide


April’s daughter waxes cold

And brings the sun as he grows old

Her fury spent she seeks the clouds

Leaves empty land to grieve aloud


April’s daughter swirled in silver

Dressed in dust and spinning splinters

All the souls now lost to chance

When April’s daughter came to dance


-Zoe Richardson 

© 2021 Zoe Richardson

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Zoe Richardson
Thank you for reading. All comments welcome and encouraged!

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Added on August 16, 2021
Last Updated on August 16, 2021
Tags: Poetry, Nature, Storms, Thoughts


Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL

Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..