Shy Clouds

Sometimes, April
is sadder than rain;

pink melting into blues-
a kaleidoscope of pain,
wilder than flowers,

picked and gathered
for another bridesmaid’s bouquet;

shy clouds
curled up, sleeping
behind the moon.

Trust,
oh trust-
the most fragile blossom;
bent, battered, broken
glass

like a heart

that never had time
to heal.

~Thanks to photographer Paul Militaru for permission to use his title ❤

~for NaPoMo Day 19, April 19 (for National Poetry Month)

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