Fair weather

I see April in the trees
right here in winter
my eyes do not leave her
smell, her sweetness
doesn’t give over
from my green ears;
whether it is freshness or heartburn
I wonder
she is adorning a strange garden
I am immured
with helpless whiteness
freezing, shivering
colors its proclivity
love allures
is she my age that's left from all the parts
years ago
trembling feet, diffident palate
crackling chest
April flows, hallucinates
gives a hand
to my melting eyes and ears
I see her inside,
with memories built in the mind
trees with white barks, tireless withering time
so stark is the whiteness, this lady’s prime.