You are the tender month of April
I say, you are the tender month of April
your laughters dance in Aeolus's call
and swiftly change your steps in ripples of spring.
you are, leisurely clouds in the sky, roming,
in murmurs of dusky air, and stars sparkle
casually, when misty rain falls, upon flowers.
so softly, so gently, and you, in these fairy hour
are crowned in Flora's honor, innocent,
yet majestic, like a bright full-moon night,
or the newly thawing snow. And an aqua sprout
shooting and proud, you are. Supple rejoice of seeing
the lotus flower upon the expanse of water shimmering.
You are blooming buds of trees, or a swift swallow
whispering at my window, you are love, and mellow.
a chapter of poetry, and tender april of mondialito.