Good Morning, April

17 April 2005

Good morning, April. Long time since
You’ve graced us with your smile.
Your hands have aged, but still maintain
The softness of their style.

I’ve missed your dandelion locks
And rosebud-painted cheeks,
The tranquil - yet, awake - allure
That stagnant Winter seeks.

Your scent pervades the mild air—
Extravagant perfume.
Your radiance fights off the night,
Extending afternoon.

I hear your voice in thunderstorms;
You choke on raindrop tears,
While your life’s brevity you mourn
Still after all these years.

Don’t cry, dear April, May’s embrace
Will keep your flowers safe,
And when it’s time, leave them upon
The edge of summer’s grave.


© Kate Canary 2005