Ah, April
astounding us all
draped in robes
of beautiful cruelty
snowing us with lilacs
and roses
but taking things,
once vibrant things
returning them
to the still earth
keeping that impenetrable bar
at a lofty height
weeping tears
at bay
gifted a box of ashes
praying for rebirth
carrying a myriad of moons
to drown in golden light
on solitary nights.
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