April

Neither sun nor snow, it

grows in trepidation,

waiting condemnation,

like a lapse in judgement

grows to seem much larger.

 

Perhaps god’s notebook keeps

no datebook of this month,

and flowers fear god’s sight

as if their blooms meant death

 

razing simple pleasure.

But, god sleeps like Winter

during Summer; polar

magnets–life knows nonsense

 

in Spring, its leaves turn full

to ripen life in one

assessment, shying god–

and love begins in knots.