Missing April

By some reckonings today is the first of summer;
the missed opportunities of April fading mist,
as this cool breeze disappears in oppressive heat.

Let’s rise above dwelling there. All that’s lost
returns in memories, revolutions, maybe wisdom;
the blizzard, flooded river, rising tides drop in time.

If spring were eternal, or even a day longer, berries
now ripening from green to blue and red would taste
less sweet; juvenile folly never learn honest sweat.


One comment on “Missing April

  1. Cristina says:

    I am supposed to “leave a reply”. Can one reply to so beautiful words of wisdom?…I can only echo that.
    Thank you.

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