An April Morning

[yukimi]

Walking down dismal sodden streets
drooping branches sodden with April's tribute
Skies leaden with foul temper
Frigid fingers flinging excess rain with disdain
from drab ashen petticoats

For the briefest of moments my eyes close
His image, warmth, strong embrace remembered
And though the day be ill-favored
I can not be bothered to care for aught but him
he is the gentleness that steals into me

Trudging with worn-through shoes on slick pavement
My mind takes no heed of the taunting wind or cold rain
For I feel him walking beside me
His hand holding mine, my head on his chest
And the storm tries in vain to cause me unrest

Is this why the gods have lovers made
for what hells would we not face with courage
And what task would we not undertake
To have the blessing of ending our days
In our true love's warm embrace