A Budding Romance

April, I long for the arrival of your

 ethereal splendour, daylight that dazzles,

 elemental harmony and enchanting nights.

 I confess:

in the springtime of my being, 

my romance with October,

(which proved to be a fling, 

and should have been
 over decades ago), 

 blinded me from seeing

how romantically appealing 

you can truly be.

So, thank you, sweet April, 

for the meadows of soft petals 

that cushion my sore feet,

  for the sparkly rays of 

sunshine that adorn my shoulders,

for the dewy, dainty raindrops

 that trickle down my lashes

 and for the fragrant blossoms 

that prompt my heart to skip a beat.

Now, in the autumn of my days,

the praise of leafy luxury

 has morphed into malaise, since,

 what follows fallen foliage

- winter's barren browns

and callous whites -

 could never ignite the passion 

 found in springtime's floral brights.

 Written for Susan's Midweek Motif:

'April', at Poets United

Thanks for visiting!

Poppy