How Cold Is the April Breeze

My nocturne is a mighty wind blowing across fragrant skin the world relentless in its struggle she is an etude, I know that now it comes along in whispers between strangers who share the feeling of what it is to love the April breeze so many of us acknowledge virtue in the shining disc of the sun with all its unique perfections nothing seems too onerous with a little sunlight dashed upon it. Wait till you feel the strangeness of a cold summer day, I tell myself April is not through yet, still my heart remembers the warm summers of laughter and the imperfect world making its way along with the seasons like a romantic bride off to see the whole of Europe on her exciting honeymoon.