April
Here you come once again
with your delicate rains:
petals break forth like the rainbow
while scarlet-breasted robins
alight
upon the thickening carpet
of emerald grass —
You perplex me so:
warm and cold,
endearing and aloof,
the way long-forgotten loves
drove me to the very edge
of madness —
O April,
enshroud me in the intimacy
of your mysteries,
then will I comprehend the reason
for the ethereal blossoms
fragrant
in the month of May.
D. G. Vachal © 2025
Image by Donna McCl @Unsplash
lilies, sparrows and grass 
Lovely, D! 💚🌷
Thank you so much, Susan! 🩷🌸
I really appreciate this, Dee. Thank you
Thank you so much, RJ. Blessings!
Lovely!
Thank you so much, Dawn!
Beautiful, Dee, as always. Now I understand the reason April remind you of lost loves.
Thank you most kindly, Ellen! Yes, the forgotten anguish and pain of lost loves remind me of April, just so minutely echoing T. S. Eliot’s description of April as “cruel”, perhaps, however I will just facetiously characterize those memories as “bittersweet”, not quite a “Wasteland” as the famous poet puts it. At the end of the day, life is beautiful indeed.