The Garden of Verse: These Poems Are Voting For April

I am delighted to have three poems in the April 2021 issue of Verse-Virtual: "Nature At Least Doesn't Stop," "It's As If The Ending Has Already Passed Go," and "Put Your Hands in the Soil" were all written a year ago, just as we were all exchanging Spring Time for Covid Time.

As I have said before, when it comes to Covid-19 versus spring, glorious spring, I am voting on April. Here is the first of my three poems of the season:

Nature At Least Doesn't Stop

 

Or else we might think that time itself will,

the blossoms roll back into the buds.

or hover breathlessly

like a wave refusing to break,

a dawn forever on the horizon

whispering its secrets

 

Whatever does the moon do but change?

Yet we love it

Old men die in places we will never see

and others are driven into the streets

where their great-grandfathers sold trinkets

in the dust

We, born to happier estates,

tiptoe through gardens of remembrances,

stopping at long trains of ancestry

spreading like boxcars on lines of enabling disasters

that cruise through whistle-stop lives

 

Those whose lives are on the line

beg us to put away the scissors

We limber up, stretch our legs

walk our miles forward into time,

into measureless years without increments of schooling,

feeling ever the pulse of close-of-day motions –

 

April has no need of such reassurances,

purple spirits cross the edges of social reminders

like money

like dead letters choosing its accidental targets

in the manner of gods,

dead ends for our feet just ahead,

but none for the narcissus, the purpling grape

the color of liquid

 

It is we who are in need of the lamps of evening

the madness of consumption

headlines, updates, inanities

 

We have the stars

Stars, we beg,

come down and live among us

Here's the link to read the other two poems April Poems

This link will get you to the contents page for all the poems in the April 2021

Verse-Virtual Verse-Virtual April 2021