April Poems

 

April Showers

I looked into the heavens

And saw the face of God. 

He was a kindly gentleman

And not too very loud.

He wore a watch upon his vest

Which gave the time of day.

He looked at it: "The time has come,"

Was all he had to say.

And soon a gentle rainfall

Came from the April sky.

It kissed my wondering up-turned face

And poked me in the eye.

But then a very curious thing

Did happen at my feet.

A tiny flower sprouted up,

All blooming and complete.

It opened up its tiny leaves,

Embracing fast the rain,

And if I ever doubted God -

I never did again.

Published on Gobblers & Masticadores on April 8, 2023

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Haiku

White cherry blossoms

Spring from decrepit old trees,

Martyred souls react.

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Spring

Spring! The vigor of new life soars in my veins!

I am free and alive and wonderful,

Free as the silly sparrow twittering in the tree top,

Too gaily alive.

Alive as the new-sprung fountain of youth in the riverbed,

Which knows not that it is bound by grassy banks,

But runs down the waterway in a mad race for the finish.

And wonderful as the tiny petals of a flower,

First opening up to the Father Sun

Like a virgin bride in the marriage bed.

Sun gives new life to the blood,

And blood gives new life to the body,

And the body gives new life to the soul,

Ad infinitum, ad infinitum, ad infinitum.

But every Spring plays its part as a new beginning,

And we never tire of the encore.

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Robin Red-Breast

When Robin Red-Breast comes to town,

All the children dance around,

Clapping hands and stamping feet,

Happy with their little treat!

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All Poems by Dawn Pisturino

Copyright 1985-2023 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.

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October Sunrise

 

Photo by Dawn Pisturino.

October Sunrise

by Dawn Pisturino

Orange cotton candy balls

Burst across the sky,

Playing peek-a-boo with Mr. Sun,

Slowly rising from his slumber,

A comical clown dressed in lemon yellow.

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Dawn Pisturino

Poem and Photo: Copyright 2022 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.

Summer Eden

by Dawn Pisturino

O, would the gaiety of summer last forever,

I would lie content in the summer sun,

Lazing away the hours in pleasant dreams,

Drifting, ever drifting, into nothingness;

And I would not weep for lost tomorrows

Or mourn the passing of yesterdays,

For blue skies are forever,

Timeless, changeless, infinite;

And I would not weep for the passing of love,

For love is a flighty thing,

Lofty and intangible,

And difficult to possess;

But give me a whole wide world of bright todays,

And I will be happy!

Give me the sun at my back

And the earth at my feet,

And I will not cry,

For these things are beautiful

And easy to touch.

Let me live my life in the Eden

Of God's creation --

I will be content to die.

July 31, 1986

Copyright ©2011 Dawn Pisturino. All Rights Reserved.