Poems
April Fool
April would have us fooled Jeweled promise splaying Amaranth Alabaster Saffron Suffering winter’s withered leaf Bared branch and long exhale April’s sweet riot rampant Entrances dances I dance… Sunlit petals fallen Like snow forgetting As I kick through drifts and gifts Of beguiling spring As if to turn blind eye Amid swirls pink and white to Withered leaf waiting within Waiting whisper’s wilting bloom Lost to memory’s shadow play Now slipping from my vernal view April cruelty uncommon Thy fetching glance invites my hand As if to turn the floor with thee Three-quarter time in Mindless muted step But thy pale hand chills Thy dread smile daunts Taunts in cackling echoes of Pallid promise bled Though now there is So little left… April would have us fooled Jeweled promise splaying Amaranth Alabaster Saffron Scent of lilac somehow lost
Steve Bucher lives and writes poetry in the Virginia Piedmont. He is an active member of the Poetry Society of Virginia and weaves his poetry with the sights and sounds of the beautiful Piedmont area which animates his life.