In Gray

massachusetts in april:
the steady fall of rain,
gray skies
and aching sun

i want to watch you bloom before me
tulips and irises
calla lilies and crocuses

new life seeps from your seams,
pours through in seeds and stamen.

this place is not for me, i think

watching umbrellas parade down main street
the lonely sun waits below the equator
shores peep out from the
cracks of her clouds
searching with opal eyes the earthen nights

and finding april alone,
in gray.