Before It’s April Again

I
Recall
Everything;
The heartbeat of
The leaves that saunter,
The earth again leaving
Under my feet still grieving,
A troubadour’s frail elegy,
Fingers pointing like a stern capuche.
“We have suffered another loss,” she said.
Then I remembered, how did I not know?
The sun had heard and refused to glow
Water was sent down from the sky
To come cleans and meet us here,
A synonym for fear.
I recall the day
She’s called away.
Dear April,
Rest please,
Peace.

Leonell

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