Through shadowed days
hunker while you must,
bear it for a time and dream
of green, barely born,
slipping free from wood in the
fragile sun at dawn: April
For the Beauty of the Earth
Glory in the eye
of the beholder, so me.
I see You watching
when I meet my own eyes in
the mirror, reflecting You.
Sweet May
April kissed then told
her lips sweet her tongue poison
glad she's halfway gone
May waiting impatiently
in the distance looking sweet
What April means to me
Crushed brown autumn leaves
that litter the fresh cut grass.
Blossoming tulips.
The smell of rain on concrete.
The return of chirping birds.
April
Solid ground is thawed
Frigid wind no longer moans
Daffodils come forth
Heads bowed to the rising sun
An old robin sang to me
having a good time?
walking around in the mud
catching the brief sun rays,
just knowing summer's coming
and will be here very soon.
April
The world aflame now
purple bursts through bursting green
the pink grin of flow'rs
Still my home more a hotel
but with you my heart does swell
lost
April is the month
right before disaster strikes
May brings painful thoughts
And the birthdays of dead friends
who I never get to see
To be an Aries.
Instead of candles,
parties, birthday cakes, or gifts,
I get study guides.
Good grades and a GPA
Outweigh birthdays any day.
April
Showers discontent
Thunderous acute deluge
Joint deep, exquisite
Taxing, worrisome, shattered
Streams of unrequited pain