Spring April

A sunset in gold
upholds a full moon stencilled
in a stained blue sky.

A mountain stream found,
lost, can i return there?
will it be the same?

Ramble through briars
which madly scratched in twilight
chorus bygone days.

Remember the green
forgotten & somehow wrong
the way it now songs
from once peripheries immortal.

April moon blinking
full except for two slight side
slit split ellipses.

Earth's umbra blaze now
seen from afar as a star
in lunar eclipse.
Gift of Tongues