Sunday, July 08, 2007

April Dies Cruel

I

April dies cruel
as a child's
ideal.

The brushfire pall lifts,

Ashen traces
taken away
by evening rain.

II

Every morn
welcomes
the chaste kiss
of dew

Knowing April 
shall again
burn anew.





3 comments:

Beysshoes said...

There are some lovely images in this write... but the seasonal semiotics don't fit. April burning and summers downpour don't make sense. Was this one of your romantic moods on overdrive? I do like the format and classic English diction. Bless you for not torturing us with your Roman theatrics on this one. Sarai

Anatole David said...

The seasonal, i.e. temporal, semiotics do fit. In April Florida, and myself(brushfires, lust) did burn. Now, in Summer, we are blessed with rain everyday. These are the seasonal seams of Florida and, small case, the accidental leaps of my amorous life. "Seasonal Semiotics"-good one. LOL I love you--And also--the poem refers back to previous poems--"Brushfire Sun"--etc.....But, apparently, these allusions escape you...

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