O April, you awaken my once-silent heart, Your breeze raises whispers upon my skin. Though your sun burns fierce and unrelenting, You arrive with rain— bringing growth, bringing coolness to seeds I thought long buried. You wash away my dust and heaviness, Leave me standing, lighter than before. The scent of wet soil—my quiet therapy, Your touch, both healer and home. You loosen my grip on what once was, Gently prying the past from my hands. After the storm I could not name, You reshape me—soft, yet whole again. You scatter unseen kisses upon my days, Even when I felt unworthy of my own breath. You fill the hollow spaces within me With something tender—something like love. You bring me peace, And soothe the aches I could not speak of. Oh April— Bearer of the golden sun and silver rain, You do not ask, Yet you restore. #ode