Not A Poem

This is not a poem, poetry was yesterday and days before
For thirty days in thirty ways we each and all set forth our words.
For thirty days in thirty ways we clebrated April's days with poetry
On this the thirtieth day of April we mark the day with our poetic prose.
We celebrate as newborn peepers peep and springtime flowers blossom
We celebrate the work of poets whose words made April our own month for poetry,

~finis

For April, poetry month, I and other poets tried to write a poem a day. Here's all of mine.