April is bellicose.
Like an abusive lover he runs hot and cold
Each endearment paid in spades
Two days of bare feet and cotton erased by cold clouds
Sweeping away the mountain
Hemming in my world
Framing a cage of opaque walls
Amid protesting cries of birds
And weeping pepper trees
April doused the flaming camellia
Who flounted her bounty for a promise of warmth
and the brush of butterflies’ wings
April is fool’s gold
Lies, nothing but lies wrapped in orange blossoms
Or hung on wisteria falls swaying in the breeze.
April is the piper
Coming to collect his fee
With cold fingers and a blank soulless stare
He is the price for every touch
Every kiss of ephemeral heat
March has left on my skin.