Day: April 26, 2025

Towards End of April

gentler now the winds
while colors turn vibrant
and perfumed air
tiltillates my nostrils,
arouses my senses —

I was accustomed to the comfort
of my cold dreams,
aloft in clouds
of forgetfulness,
now comes April’s light
at dawn —

beneath the infinite sky
the feeble glow of constellations
illuminates pathways
unfathomable:
winding miles to travel
before winter.

D. G. Vachal © 2025

Image by Evgeni Tcherkasski @ Unsplash