Apr 2
April arrives—bare, too soon
unraveling the winds
Do the mountains know
Do the rivers
That you are the light
sharp as the moon
Pink blossoms bloom—
splitting the bluest sky
Do the seas confess
Do the sunsets
That you are
the ocean’s dream
Pearls, flowers, and rains—
flower into spring
Green meadows grow
into butterflies
Do the stars concede
Do the shadows
That you are
summer's smile—
The forest of heaven
and dawn
wilderness, the cosmic
heartbeat—
simply, outrageously
irrevocably
beautiful
