April

Photo by Rachel B. Baxter

Is there anything more beautiful than
When your skin tastes the sunshine
For the first time in a long time?
Or when the breeze kisses your cheeks?

When spring emerges from the frozen ground,
The scent is always the same —
In my childhood days, in my darkest days,
In the days of gray and haze.

A gentle trilling floating on air,
Tender buds popping green,
Of all the things I’m bound to lose,
I’ll never lose the birds and trees.

If darkness ever had a promise,
It is that it will at some time end,
Letting light and color break through,
Then fade, so it can return again.

about me.