dear april
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how I yearn for July and that stout
summer swoon
the long sunny days and the eves'
swelt’ring moon
but sweet April's weep, as it runs to
the rills
is a soft song of spring-tide that
splashes and spills -
no, I can't rush dear April - it's gone
much too soon ...
how the gorged summer days ever
stretched in the past
rife with play and carefree - yes, I
prayed they would last
now each breaking morn finds a
mockingbird's song
and I've waited that warbling, sweet
psalm far too long -
no, I can't rush dear April - it's gone
much too fast ...
oh June swells with romance - thrilled
hopes 'midst July
mischief made in the dunes while that
moon winked on high
yet, now peepers' songs ravage late-
winter's gloom
and branches sway heavy with buds
bound to bloom -
no, I can't rush dear April - (tho' May's
drawing nigh) ...
oh I love nothing more than bright
summertime, fair
all the hazy and crazy days - devil-
may-care
but a crispy spring morning while birds
chant their love
speaks a rare blessing, born from the
heavens above -
no, I can't rush dear April - I'm hooked
on that air …
too brief are those days and the joys
I’ve found there
how its breath lifts my soul and soft-
tousles my hair
oh I'll never get bored with dear April,
quite rare -
no, I'll NEVER be bored with dear
April ...
Copyright © 2020 Gregory Richard Barden
( pastel painting by my talented sister Terrilynn Dubreuil - find more of her work on sale at travelingartista.com )
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2025
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