April Begins

April you are upon me like a familiar lover
Laying over me promises
Suggesting nuanced splendors in my ear

Of course I succumb to your tender embrace
Warm winking and wet kisses
Growls and sighs amidst the birdsong sweetness

We have awakened together
And you have extracted promises from me
And I from you
In these days, we will move as we will through space
But as for time, it will be slow
Slower than the winds carrying clouds
Slow as the growth of the ohia
Slow as the hapu’u sigh at any midnight

And time
Time will become another story the wind tells
And we can listen and then tell our own story.