April

for April Ford on her 76th birthday

Where has April been?
(one of a numbered series)
Where will be, green
(her slim lines like theories)
At 76? Year, month, day
(emerge from hued fields)
Condense this child at play
(of irresolution, tracing yields)
Of living into mastery, bright
(of definition, blooming)
Gray flower drawing light
(patterns out of dooming).

Note: This poem was originally two separate poems, composed at different times. It was then blended together, with lines from both poems interlaced and alternating.