April Snow

No, it isn't snowing here. This is just a pile of words as I search my thoughts and memories and dreams and such...

"April Snow"

Bright green bursts of alive;
the vivid proof of Spring
Everything in pop and sway,
moved under season's touch

Yet a chill still rides the wind;
the whispered truth of Spring
Present's past and future's present
combine in gentle repose

And all at once,
I know the heavy heart of life,
as seen in falling April snow.