As April Comes with Rain

Roads turning grey,
The sky fuming—
Another year takes its leave
As April comes with the rain.
It seems that very same day
New Year is looming;
Before I can breathe
November paints the branches again.

What I would give for a penny
To throw with an appeal.
I’d ask where old friends might be
And which bonds ever were real.
These candles they say, “Blow out”
Their flames will not go out:
It was a joke and I can’t make a wish.
I would wish for an old face
I seem now to misplace—
It was a memory faded and sweet.

Breath in the tray—
Ashes perfuming
Addict’s tricks up my sleeve
As April comes with the rain.
It seems far away—
‘Till May flowers are blooming
But the branches are dying again.

I’ll be home but I’ll be gone
Pleasantly here and withdrawn
Awake in dreaming thought,
All acquaintance alas forgot
The twin condors in me
Flying
One captured
And one free.

Flying captured and free.