Monday, October 22, 2007

April without her

How blue-skyed April is
Golden leaves shine like curly hair

Still one cicada’s grating the peace
And a voice next door

or a passing aircraft
gives echo to a world out there

In this blue love
silence moves like a lure

April passes on brightly by day
bitterly by night

15.04.05

1 Comments:

Blogger Dr Jack Ross said...

Grant, check out your page on the Aotearoa NZ Poetry Sound Archive site:

http://aonzpsa.blogspot.com/

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