Canto VIII

April

Winter has been longer than average

My heart, the trees, the flowers

Everything hibernating

Until you arrived

Your eyes two bright stars

Sweeping me off my feet

Making every part of my being

move within me

Like sleeping beauty

The planet woke up

Flowers bloomed, trees sprouted

My heart became a Mardi Gras

Suddenly,

Everything makes sense

Life, even more beautiful

It’s spring in my heart again.