Monday, April 30, 2012

WHEN SPRING COMES AROUND


When spring comes around
tractor beams of sun
rub out winter white
the pitchfork turns
leaves molted a season ago;
all returned to humus,
energy for the coming light.

Birds darken the sky,
replace blue with grey
and the lonesome cry
of gathering, and in branches
and under logs mossed velvet
life scurries awake,
erasing slumber.

There comes a day,
just one, when tree limbs
stretch to clouds, shake off
their grey, and cerise buds
unfurl to peculiar yellow
green before fading
to drab, the burnt-out
monochrome of summer.





Another April finished. Another month of poetry, another birthday, another singular day when the landscape goes chartreuse. I feel a little sad, and relieved; April reassures with its predictability. Peace...


(Painting by Gael Murakami)

1 comment:

  1. April here is full of a riot of Autumnal colours, of deliciously cool nights, and hints of the winter to come. And of many, many bulbs to plant to enjoy in the coming spring.

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