April 19th

Don't go dying in April
When the birds call forth their lust for life, or just plain lust.
When every damn thing is greener
That much greener than a living thing should have a right to be.
When the sun and showers do battle
To judge which one can beautify the best.
- This year it seems to be the sun,
Though perhaps there's time enough yet
For showers to make a late comeback,
And drench us all
With the spurious, vague and easy election-style promise
Of a few May flowers, later on.
"Yes, it hurt; yes it's working"
That's what Mother Nature's saying, right?
"Sure you got wet,
Sure the pungent-earthy-newly-wet-black-tarmac-reek
Did pierce your nostrils,
And the oil-and-rubber-slicked roads made braking hazardous.
But never mind all that
Here's some nice May flowers;
A horticultural feel-good factor.
Vote Nature, for a brighter future".

Yeah, right. Whatever.
Such are the joys of spring.

So if you must go
(And I've nowhere seen it written that you must).
So if you must go
No; damn it! Don't go.

Stay a while, enrich us further with your strength
With your spirit and your beauty
And your Far Side style humour
And everything about you,
Won't you stay?

But if you must go
(And I'm really not sure why you must)
But if you must go
Can't there be a special month set aside
Just for that purpose?
For every season has its beauties and its wonders
And every month has things too good to miss
And I would surely kick myself
To miss out on the snows of February,
Or October's harvest moon
Or the coming of the nightjars
On the warm sweet nights of late-in-May

Does this stink of selfishness to you?
Should you ask me for permission, before you go?
But if you must go
No.
Damn it.
Stay a while longer, won't you?

Last updated February 16th 2004
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