THE LAST DAY OF APRIL
Did you see April go by?
One morning early there was white snow powder
On white apple blossoms
And there were days when the country housewives
Went into the meadows and forests
And gathered new plants into their aprons
They know these by intuition
Tender enough to eat in this passing day, this passing moment.
Did you see the high-school kids in the parking lot
As the evenings lengthened
Rolling down the windows, finding friendship
Some of them fell in love
Did you open the window onto the first warm night
And hear the newly-wakened frogs chanting?
This, after all, was what you had been waiting for
Ever since Christmas
It’s gone now, even faster than it came
That fragile beauty. Did you miss it?
It’s really the only kind