season of senses

after winter’s long shadow
has been
washed away
by April’s glistening rain
errant patches of low-lying clouds
linger aloft
you can feel the frothy edges
stars shine through
freckles on a lover’s skin
peeking out from comfortable sheets
the scent of spring
midnight disappeared gently
serene streets
senses soothed

This month is all about poetry.
Something new every day.