April, When I Find You

April, When I Find You


How dare you disturb my winter
A grief I didn't care to let go
When you bounced into my life
With daisies wrapped in a bow

I wasn't ready for your sunshine
My clouds still hung about
You chattered on not noticing
My soul's silent shout

Someone stop this carousel
I pled, get me off this ride
I wasn't ready for spring to come
I still wasn't able to cry

But you loosened my hair with your wind
You soaked me with your rain
Your heat forced me outside my cell
Then you drenched me yet again.

Stop your insistant badgering
Your timing is all wrong
I need a few more days of winter
To write my mourning song

Then you can tug me by the sleeve
Like a dog begging to be let out
And I promise I will join you
And together we'll laugh and shout

Just give me a few more days
With my silence and my gloom
And I'll promise to say a final goodbye
To my dreariness and doom.

For I do have faith you'll get me through
The pain that I have known
When I'm ready, I will search for you
Amid petals you have strewn

And when I find you, wrap me tight
With your warm and humid air
Let your wind blow me back on course
For I've left some loved ones there.

In my solitude and sadness
I grumbled and complained
I threw their caring words about
And drenched them with my pain.

But they deserve my sunshine
Not my stormy wind and rain
Please help me make a trail of love,
To bring them hope again.



SWPoet

Written upon the death of a cousin in early Spring. 
(This is included in the story, Andrew's Legacy, in my port
but I wanted it to stand alone as a poem, also.)