April, why will you change so much?
Always in
such a volatile mood
With blustery
winds biting at my nape.
At times
for days and days or, in a blink; it is so rude!
Your cold
nature slaps roughly at my cape.
Oh April,
how I wait for you to bring me flowers
And set
the greening snake free.
And yet,
I never know how to fear your powers
Or how to
worship your warm breath across the valley’s lee.
Set I upon
the wayward path to find my enchantment
Lusting for
spring’s powers of regeneration
Searching,
searching for contentment
Only to
be stricken still - by your biting rejection.
Alas, my lucid
siren with blue eyes of wonder
I am a
patient lover and clever to know
That waiting
will please all insanity of thee yonder;
For May will
be a gentler disciple to bestow.
The cold
ground will come alive with river waters flowing
Into nascent
colors bringing the birds and the bees
To court the
panoramas naked of their secret showing
For once
more - an old poet finds a soul in what he sees.
April,
why did you change so much?
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