A Poem for April
April
April is the carnal month.
The forest returns with wet desire.
Fresh blades of leeks slice through rotting remains of autumn
to release sweet-onion perfume.
Spring beauties, bolts of hot-pink lightning,
lure bumblebees to sip from virgin petals.
A ruby-crowned kinglet, his head ablaze,
sings a hurried tee-tee-tee-tee, tew-tew-tew, teedle-dee! teedle-dee! teedle-dee!
Spotted salamanders, slimy black, yellow polka-dots, slithering clowns,
crawl by night through naked woods
to forest pools for a vernal orgy.
And through the drama you and I walk
together,
the world ripe with promise.
April.
It forsakes only winter,
and not one of our senses.
15 comments
Thanks for luring us back to the Greens.
Your great poem aspired an April poem that I posted but it didn’t go through
April is pussy willows and johnny-jump-ups,
rivulets and gushing stream, puddles and ponds,
vernal pools full of eggs from wood frog orgies.
April brings winds and dark clouds, then showers
that fill the gutters and muddy the back roads.
Then the clearing with rainbows and setting sun
that catches the red maple flowers and turns
gray hillsides to a rosy purple, and suddenly
we have spring fever as we walk in a warm
gentle April afternoon.
Odes coming soon! 🙂
And just think … we still have 20 more days of April! Thanks, Rita!
A pleasure, Eloise!
Lovely poem. Provocative! 🙂
Yes! April, it’s happening. Love your poem. Love April. Thanks.
Evocative, Bryan. thank you!
Lots of people in the woods: I guess that’s a double-edge grass blade, Bernie! 🙂
Thanks, Dru. We miss you two SO MUCH!
Just like April itself. Thanks, Diane!
A wonderful, juicy poem full of life!
What a great poem!
Lures me to run naked through the woods – if only they were not so populated with people (suddenly)!
Enchanting and enticing poem Bryan!
Cheers
Bernie