act quite the lovesick fool
heady with anticipation
desires sparkle like a jewel
april’s wine is intoxicating
as winter’s pale heart yearns
to feel spring’s grand unfolding
as nature’s palette slowly turns
this sweet inebriation
of april’s longing soul
can bring forth act’s impulsive
and draw one to the jester’s role
so be wary – for when one’s
caught in this season’s swoon
the better judgements of january
dissolve under april’s moon
the elixir of a world in bloom
is to the lusting lovelorn
a most dangerous of potions
risky randy thoughts are born
so remember and be warned
under passion’s frenzied rule
april can easily make one
act quite the splendid fool
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: Poets & Storytellers
https://youtu.be/-GdJ_HOjtew
Poor April, she gets lots of the blame. Poetry ever since “. . . a young man’s fancy turns to love.” [“Alfred, Lord Tennyson wrote in “Locksley Hall” : “In the spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns …””]
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April is such a heady month Jim, that anything can happen — and usually does.