contemplativeLive Again
April is the cruelest month
harbinger of the newborne land
with the hand of sun above
seasons turn against my will
March cracked the door, now all’s lost
the cold rains and the snow
are no more to chill my soul
given over to warmth’s embrace
relentless nursemaid of rebirth
asking all to live once more
when all I want is to die
lay on the earth evermore
green where the gray once ruled
this was the parlor replaced by greed
of the mercies I’d reject
if choice were mine to apply
April was unbidden by my heart
asking more than I can find
perhaps it will pass while I sleep
or must I wake to live again?
© 2017, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170401.
