I watch the trees dance in the spring air,
their newly unfurled leaves like lace
against the sky. I remember that today
is the last day of April, perhaps
the last April that I will ever see.
So I pause and look at all the days
that unfolded as April breezed by,
ushering in a waking world beyond
all we had imagined. A parade
of wildflowers flowing on the hours,
astonishing surprises at every turn,
an endless spectrum of mood and fragrance,
and all of it vivid and alive and real.
Some, I suppose, will remember you
for your torrents of wind and rain.
I will remember the beauty
of all you brought to life.
I bow to you, April, as you take your leave.
Farewell, sweet one.
Farewell.