Daily Archives: April 30, 2019

goodbye to april

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Le faucheur by Henry Moret

When the hounds are on
winter’s trails

The Lady of Seasons in
meadows and fields

dons the barren places soon
with green sleeves and emeralds.

Author’s Note: It’s the end of April, which will never come back, vanishing to the horizon of time and space, the misty past with memories and images. I was on my last train home after work this evening and wanted to record this last day of April of 2019, which was my first April here in California. So as a ceremonial gesture of farewell to my Californian April, I wrote this poem as I was basking in the bright golden rays of the gorgeous Californian Sun that began to stay a little later than before.