April Woman

 Veins of water, colossal force, that fights
against gravity to teach us to fall
in love, delicate and sweet in their invisible efforts
to fill each cavity with saliva of hidden vivacity;

Smirking sprouts in each pore,
skin of salted snail, soft as the sea
that dances between horses of wind in the cold, moon or sun;

Roots of honey, forming families,
underneath the sand of beaches that have yet to burst,
accepting the challenge of a new world to plant,
without allowing the wake from a reality
 of maternity for each ant, crab or natural plan;

Colored you were born in spring,
with skirts of poppy and the freedom
of one who was raised watching the horizon
full of islands, plants and children
to offer te epiphany of smelling each fallen petal
uniting again with the sea.

- to the best flower I saw