April Fawn

Longing in lowly light of longer days by which a summer wilts paternal dreams and browns the loitered heaves of yellow spring: the budding void that stamps an empty swing seen swaying golden locks ungated beams my own Begotten streamed in greener dawn where fussy forums for an April fawn allay no muttered march on mother’s May. Persistent blades unsheathe the sprawling grass beneath the blue release of silver dew - an inch overgrown, as inch shrouded cool billows: arisen reeds from dizzied drool showing flashes of reincarnation cured by the rose (or purple carnation) 4/4/17