Poetry Month's Farewell

April is over
Poetry Month has gone
I wish she could have lingered
so I could scribe life onto her pages
wrap my words around her figure like a silk sash
trust her with my systematic jewels
align my glass rocks for her pleasure
just once more
her thirty shiny days
vanished into May
shattering the delicate lucidity
the power her presence gave
I pick up the pieces meant to adorn
tucking them between worn
leather bound beds of parchment
protecting their beauty from
the Honored One's withdraw
until Aprils return
when I'll celebrate her rhyme
one more time