Janette Parr: ‘April’

April

The swaying gums whisper their scent
and darting wrens pierce the heated air
Your nearness awakens my silent spirit
and quickens a life that hovers there
A shimmering arc of misted water
falls trembling on a grateful alien leaf
And there, a mind can sip, refreshed,
in glistening cool relief
And wine makes songs on autumn evenings
Sings to violet, gold-edged skies
While sweet-edged warmth slips closer in
and softens new love’s eyes
And later, wrapped in cooler days
In fragrant gardens misty-wet
We’ll breathe their scent and remember
the place our pathways met.

Janette Parr