Amidst the fog of April

Amidst the fog of April
And 'sending spring
Lies this canopy
Of mist

Mysterious wonder
To where canst
One guess

Beyond the scented dew
Drops the distant day
Lost in the ephemeral
Bliss of things unknown

Where dance we
In thy fleeting
Fragrance

Of dreams
And mystic maze
To settle
Where the winds
May graze

Wet our lips
With wonder
To drink
In thy gaze

And to joy
Thy hanging host
In passing
Makes

The early morn
Awake
Upon
Thy shadowy
Splendor

-Joshua Lee Foist