April: A Ghazal
Hyacinth-hemmed, the road to April's smile:
on a rain-wrecked day, this ode
to April's smile.
A bouquet of thanks to the All-Capable Maker
of lively things, who showed
me April's smile!
For years I trudged through scorched & stinging sand,
but now I've found an abode
near April's smile.
I speak the lingo of a grayhaired schoolboy:
amen & hallelujah! is my code
for April's smile.
Her face (I almost said "her countenance")
is choicest wine. Bordeaux'd
by April's smile!
An ever-fresh surprise, perpetually young!
I lift the easy load
of April's smile.
Lasting treasure, prized beyond rubies & pearls:
no blight or rust will corrode
sweet April's smile.
Springtime star! Lyric light! Midnight moon!
Orion's belt has never glowed
like April's smile!
Tom, gather your wits to praise Miss Primavera:
fireworks blossom, rosebuds explode
at April's smile!
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2017-05-20 at 08:11
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