All winter I longed for signs of spring
now the April of dreams is passing with haste,
leaving this world like my sister who’s late.
it would be easy to dread this month of loss
instead I’ll make memories with those I love.
I’ll eat birthday cake in a garden of sunshine
laugh, eat chocolate, drink fizz with friends.
and lie in the bluebells watching the heavens
through a canopy of oak in an iron age fort.
I’ll breathe the fragrance of blossom,
then I’ll honour and give thanks
for each flower that’s spent.