Brief Aprils

I found this lovely book of poems awhile ago (I THINK it was at a thrift store), and I have written about it before. But, as the month of April comes to a close, I thought I would share one of the poems found within it's pages.

April Is Forever

I once thought April was a transient dream -
A filigree of stars across the night,
One brief still moment, shadowed as a beam
Of broken moon-mist, trailing plumes of light.
I held her briefness close; too close to know
That jealous guarded hours will not stay;
Then one green dawn I felt her presence go,
And saw white dogwood petals drift away.

In that frail hour my eyes felt stinging tears
For wistful flowering where my youth had lain;
One star shone down, brighter than the years,
Through all the silver avenues of rain.
And then I knew I held a dream apart -
That April is forever - in the heart.

By Edith Hope Genee.
What an absolutely beautiful poem.