Sunday 9 April 2017

Aprilsweet

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


Antonio Lopez Garcia






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