from the science fantasy, Iy Correction

            He at once recognised the poem that Jo had given him on their wedding day. She had always enjoyed writing poetry, and the results were often entertaining if not strictly literary. This was the first he had received, and it was the one he treasured most. For years he had carried it with him until some months ago when, to his distress, he had mislaid it. As he stared at the page, the words bored into him.

                                                                April Days

My life was like an April day that hailed the dawn of spring
The squalling winds, the rain that poured did lift my soul on wings
Loves like flowers ablaze with light arose to woo my heart
Yet all proved false and none survived the lingering winter frost
I did not weep, I did not grieve for in my mind I knew
Soon one would come and take me from my joyous April dream   

From this day I am as May mid skies of crystal blue
With fields of green and trees in bloom
My love has come to me
No more of April's blustery winds, no more the drenching rain
They shall be missed, I fear it's true but cloaked within his arms
The summer breeze will ease my loss and soothe me with its charms   

My wish is now that June will come
I crave the burning sun
The lazy days that cheat the night, and land that teems with shooting seeds
My body yearns to be fulfilled, the spark of life it seeks
Like mighty seas that hurl their waves upon the jagged shore
A violence in me roars

To start anew, continue on, the final binding force
Alas the time begins to flee
The months will soon be gone
To bear a child with you, my love, is all that I desire
For then the cycle will be run
And April days will greet our son

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