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

A Town Mouse in a Country House

Whether
near the square,
set in stone,

 and bejewelled in
 ruby red radiance,

 or stucco clad,

 and accessorized by a
 signature sweet fragrance -
they charm. 

Crowning a hilltop,

overlooking the sea,

tiny, kid-drawn cottages

 bewitch and beckon me.

In the valley below,
 vanilla villas and
 patches of produce
  in bright, veggie green,
  are the perfect ingredients
 of Cretan country cuisine.

Back home,
between the finials
 of the black, iron gate,
this born and bred 
town mouse gazes at
her geographical fate.

Town mouse
or country mouse,
a critter needs 
its house! 

Which one are you?

Thanks for visiting.
Have a lovely weekend.

Last image: Lorinda Bryan Cauley