April Rising

chapter 3 of the ''Improbable Seasons'' Nature rebirth , the birth of Rishh-Ard ,: April, the Green Angel, the Ram , Poet, the Word Archer, the Light Trapper

April Rising[  by Richard Guimond ©2015

The sky, with his venom, decomposing the cadaver

Dead Winter, melting, slowly deteriorates

Under the acid, coming down from heavenly reservoir

While the winterly dressing disappears

In the foggy morning, Fall's carcass, beneath, starts to show

From both dissolving remnants, comes an heir

Spring poet, lying as a mound on the watery ground

Spring rising in imperceptive slowness as April comes

The figure grows detaching its wings from the primeval slime

Reversed Swan Song of an improbable ballet

First born catching his first breath, coming to life

On a rainy morning, March giving way to April renewal

From oblivion, waking up from the deep sleep, rising up

Clothed in moss, pale greenery and tree buds

Light green almost yellow from the sun absence

His hairs, without any shine nor sparkles

He lies down, without knowledge nor any feelings

Alone, drenched, in the forest side, atching

Soon on the dirt road someone should come

Would discover the poor winged miserable boy

Half drowned in the puddle of sky pissed waters

The Good Samaritan would share a coat of warm wool

Clouds would finally clear, Sunrays bathe the world

March's in a bright new day would gloriously end

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[1] Richard Guimond © 1973