April is here with its sunny spells and rainy spots – as susceptible to
change as anyone in love to mood swings.
I wrote the following under the influence of mercurial April.
April
April is the month
Of poets and rain
Of sunny solitude
Stretched
The length and breadth
Of one’s being
He comes
With a load
Of loud memories
Cramming into
The scarlet of a cherry
He is cruel and frolicsome
At a time
Like a white rose
Sunk
In the moonlight
Of a puddle
And he leaves us
As gingerly
As he joins us
In a trail
Of scents
Possessively
Tucked away
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| Antonio Lopez Garcia |
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