in april

the rain comes,

the flowers bloom,

and too quickly

they fall. 

like scented snowflakes

flittering down,

some are scattered near,

though some are far.

i hope those

like their solitude,

because it might be

awfully painful

to wither away,

alone.

i saw two ants 

and saw the bit of cracker

they managed to carry.

back and forth they moved

as i took pictures of their efforts

to take the loot away.

i watch as the little birds bounce,

the clouds take their slow promenade.

i watch a fly climb a window pane.

i hear shuffling flip flops,

the whirring of the water fountain,

i hear water.

i hear someone drinking water.

i feel happy.

i feel lonely.

i feel i am thirsty.

in the month of 

flickering candles,

of mothers and fathers,

of beauty pageants, 

photos and plays,

i see people walking,

running,

i see people laughing,

crying,

i see people reading

and writing.

i see love go about,

i hear its whisper...

and i smile.