Fading Away ...... Goodnight April

It is common in April To hear castanets Clicking As roos move Through the bush Of roses in Maine It is common in April That the white cliffs of Dover dive into the Laguna Sea sparkling It is common in April To feel the Buffaloed snow Fall gently melting in the Sands of Hawaiian sun It is common in April For the wheat fields To sway in spring breezes Along the distant moors As butterflies lift in melodious Swarms of chromatic glory It is common in April For seas to sip rivulets And spray purple deserts As dandelions float on Shared dreams It is common in April For strangers to fall Into each others arms And beds and minds Tracing each face With the braille of keys Until each crevice revealed It is common in April For the tapestry to fly Enfolding all for one Shimmered month Of intertwined thread Golden…. It is common in April Only in April Now melting like spun sugar on the tongue tip of May