It’s April again which means a month of poems.
Painting by Heinrich Vogeler
With all the words,
In all the tongues
That I can speak,
I tried to tell you how I felt
And how I longed
To give you all
The vibrant treasures,
The magical and the musical,
That strum my heart.
But you, being deaf
To the words of the song,
And call the wind to task
For the sighing of the leaves,
Heard only the buzzing
Of an irritable gnat.

