April fools…

What new pranks will the gods play

this coming all fools’ day?

.

 

Will they let us dream

that the stream 

of normal life flows on

gently ripples in the sun

the floods have receded

our gardens are seeded

winds quieten to a breeze

singing in the leafy trees

birds’ eggs in the nest

sweet refreshing rest

 

When we are lulled

and our senses are dulled

will they tighten the string

like an overwrought spring

and pull back their bow arm

to let loose some new harm?

The gods play April fool jokes

This may work better as a prose poem eventually. It still needs work, but I wanted to post it before April 1st.

What new pranks will the gods play

this coming all fools’ day?

.

 

Will they let us dream

that the stream 

of normal life flows on

gently ripples in the sun

the floods have receded

our gardens are seeded

winds quieten to a breeze

singing in the leafy trees

birds’ eggs in the nest

sweet refreshing rest

 

When we are lulled

and our senses are dulled

will they tighten the string

like an overwrought spring

and pull back their bow arm

to let loose some new harm?