April

written 1988

April

You stormed

With magical rage

And tore

with hail hands

the springing leaves off the trees

you covered young blossoms with ice

merciless and dark

your beautiful mouth spit

wind into the sea

that fled with thundering sounds

to the shore

then your smile

made you soft and gentle

and the sun your sun licked

the earth’s wounds

you are just April…