Days of April

Written April 2007. The title is from the "days of April" (journées d'avril) from French history. Why's my birth month percieved as the cruellest and one of the most tragic? A April and Spring poem.

Little seeds sown and cursed into heavy hearts,
Love's a stuttering rebirth song.
Each and every year a bit more hope melts away,
April paints summer with tears. 
The death of winter tears open the heart of love
And pulls the past up from its roots.
Love romances hate into too many tears, 

Lovers kiss scars like the breeze through trees kisses the clouds.
There’s no-one to hold onto, once too many tears have fallen.

Glass leaves skewered onto the fingertips of seasonal couples,
Ghosts of the night spring into life in the flowers of today.
Lovers and haters die and move on to their hearts content,
In days of April things are easier with eyes closed.

Feelings held in by spring grass,
Blades dig into your back beneath tearful skies.
Misty spring morning distance is just an obstacle,
One day is always tomorrow whenever we’re apart.

Like flowers held up to empty skies by spring,

Nothing but rain answers our prayers.
If our feelings are strong enough 
Distance is not even distant
Whenever I’m alone, I'm with you.

April keeps springing up more and more questions,
When things tear us apart we just say everything will be alright.

Little seeds we plant, scatter and dig into our lives,
Ghosts of hope spring into life in the flowers of today.
The rain of tomorrow rises from the past as the world falls apart.

 2nd 

Apr 20, 2011

• Poems About Spring
• Days of April

Author's Note

The preview image is a pretty sketch called
'April Shower With Pigeons' and its by Renee Nault.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Thanks Kit Kat I'm very pleased
that you thought so. :)

[deeps]

This is so wonderful and so very well written.
I like this write alot, it is very well expressed.