april blues [2001]

to myself and the april blues
i resign
no more the callous winds of march belay
do i hear your siren call
to lay between your arms and breast
a snippet of song from another time
what was it you said to me
before the branches swayed
you cried at the end of the story
and did not believe me till then
even after
the battles won and all put to right
could it be
a sad and sweet conclusion
the swirls of drops in pools
made by passing traffic
warp the grey
and green flickering image
of myself
looking down into infinite worlds
where we once awoke
and have not forgotten our long lives
and will never
the light through the forest
passing of a bird
new leaves and grass
the only things separating this gloom
from winter
come, sweet summer
and alight on the tongue
vision of the cove where ships rest
at the deep bosom of the shore
whither the chariot
takes us
together we shall go.