April Bloom

	April bloom never arrived,
	I was left dry,
	hoping for regeneration,
	but my seeds at all but die.

	I long to be swept away
	by the shifting sand,
	to be freed by roaring winds,
	to forget who I am.

	As everything lay so still,
	silently wilting away.

	Dusk arrived and took the hold,
	pushing the sun down,
	Red turned black, the freezing air.
	I fell to ground.

	As everything lay so still,
	silently wilting away.

	April bloom never arrived,
	so I look within,
	to live the year and season
	without changes.