Sunshine Heartache

I didn’t fear the cruelty of April or spring 
as much as I did the fall or September leaves
giving a curtain call backdrop to painful sorrow
clouds shadowing shattering heartbreaks 

Before the dandelions daffodils still bloomed 
now looking long dead with sad tulips halfway 
behind marching sadly onwards and upwards
into that slow descent into deceitful madness 

Springtime brings death they won’t tell you
as my grandmother died four Aprils ago
that was before the fire I can’t forget which was 
another transitional April when we lost Charlie 

Goslings are more plentiful than all things pink
at this time today the moon will still rise full
as that magnolia tree is long done flourishing
but I wish I could hear her say tulip tree again

Difficult to understand the house was haunted 
my jams and jellies were missing save one 
small sweet lonely nectar asking how could the
stereo continue to play after being unplugged