The Cruelest Month

strawberry planter,broken flower pot,succulents,hens and chickens flower,
 
The Cruelest Month

the cruelest month
is not the one in which
ice first comes
it is not the one where
the sun bakes the earth
it is the one when
all my deeds are due
the sun may shine gently
but all eyes are on me
this is the cruelest month
 
 
This was written in response to a #ntitle prompt. Everyone is different. The season that they like the best may not be the one you like the best.

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