The final April moon will soon take leave.
Contentedly, he navigates the sky.
He knows not that his passing makes us grieve,
Nor hears the tone of our collective sigh.
For thirty eves, the moon has cast his spell
Releasing inspiration from his core.
Yet, now has come the time to say farewell,
As April’s moon will strum our hearts no more.
No gathering beneath his fetching smile,
Nor once-upon-a-timing ‘neath his glow.
Though next year, he will once again beguile;
Inspiring prose and verse to daily flow.
Our melancholy hearts will melt away
For there will be a new moon come what May.
My last poem of the 2010 April Poem-a-Day Challenge. Phew! I truly don't know if it is acceptable to end an otherwise solemn sonnet with a bit of humor. (?) It's been a sometimes grueling, but always pleasurable experience. I've learned much once again from the talented poetic community at Poetic Asides.