April

April is the cruelest month, says who?

One poet, one poem,

Everlasting Lilacs,

Frozen wishes in the rain

Forgotten snows ever been

A verdict for April

Who can break that curse

To return glory to that expecting month

With all the summer dreams

Lining up, in the air

Only to bow to the brows knit

Of lamenting over showers

Only broken heart brings