
Equinox
Behold bold spring!
So wicked with
violets
and sudden thunder,
better for
trees,
better for excited
leaves of green!
Bright the yellow
that spins upon
platinum clouds
and the marine
that hides beneath
them,
far better
for the meadow’s
brilliant faces
all butterflies and
sunshine
tap, tap
went the musical
ants
that prance
upon rain-lazy
pavements,
for the drops that
fall
somber upon
landscapes
and the water skates
that escape into my
deeper dreaming...
Apryl Skies © 2009






