April Has Very Few Words

but throatfuls of songs

April has very few words, 
but throatfuls of songs;
packs nothing
but petals, wings,
and countless
geometries of leaves.

April gives no advice, 
is incapable of lecture 
or reprimand; has no need 
to forgive or be forgiven;
does not walk, run
or dance, but rather 
feathers into your tissue 
and asks you only one question: 

Will you let me show you why…