April 2024

Riding a new train of thought about an April morning

April morning springtime pov suburban train platform with blossoming trees

April flexes its limbs
                             encrusted 
                                     with cloudlike blossoms 
that float
            on the air 
                         with Life’s perfume

The masticated gravel 
                        between the teeth 	
                 of the 
iron tracks 
          refreshed by the sheets 
                             of last night’s rain

And 
the moment 
              I think about 
              our Sun who art in Heaven
rays of light
spear through the morning’s clouds

A pool of mulch 
                  gives birth
                           to fluttering sparrows 
who hop 
        to the brassy sounds 
of that righteous 
                triumphant sun

			This is how
I’m celebrating 
                 National Poetry Month
watching the trees along
                       the platform like baby’s breath
on steroids 	
strum a new melody
upon the telephone wires

The rebirth of Life in the face of Death

                                    Of souls 
who blow past my feet like 
            white and purple blossoms

                            Of clouds 
who nest 
            upon the flexing limbs 
of a 
      poetic April morning