April

spring pulsing –
old river overflows
loose banks
and warblers sing
new hallelujahs

love moves
like falling petals
reflective pools gathering
what cannot be held
here and not

sun reviving
dried wildflowers
and dawn embraced
by blurry moons
clouds uproot in the breeze

joyful rains
give more than we
can take at times
so the resigned inclination
to become wells