Wednesday, April 6, 2011

April 6: April

Still an irritating wind;

Vestiges of stubborn grey -

Jibing us of recent winter blight.

It's coming through - like perky breasts

Pushing through a blouse -

Teasing, pleasing in it's tantalising play:

Warmth of youth in April sun -

Summering off depression.

Brains returned; remapped for fun.

April is a portal -

Smoothly transitions

Delicate dispositions -suchlike mine,

Easing hunched bodies into

Summery smiles.

Mark R. Slaughter (1957 -) /Norwich

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