Feeling April
Less of sun and more of light
The swaying green just might
Transport me
And it does.
Natural curves and loves
Held crystalline.
In a moment they are here
And in a moment will be gone
Travelling.
A garden ever-changing
And transfixed within the vision
It is born from.
Loose ties grow firmly over that which once was bound.
And so we all go 'round.