A WALK IN BLEAK APRIL

Went outside yesterday; walked

the deep forest path

through the river valley

in the warm April air

and the bright light,

in the bleakness of early

spring and late life.

The fallen leaves 

of yesteryear scattered

on the ground lacking green,

like all the dreams we had. 

How I wish I would be

heaving frost on your graves.

20.04.2020