In April

When redbud blooms appear
I never think that they might be owned
Who could own loveliness?

I drive a daughter’s street
And dream to see grandsons
racing beneath the trees

I cannot recall races
Beneath such purple beauty
But always I see the flowered trees

And I want to be beneath them
For april to become forever
But then flowers turn into leaves

Maybe I can stand in that shade
When the boys go to Wisconsin