April Crowns and Other Poems

by Steven Searcy

April Crowns

What could ever be as bright

as the beech crowns in April,

glowing in the morning sun?

Having seen the green fluoresce

I feel how dull my own crown glimmers,

and gaze in wonder and gratitude

at the thousand tiny new banners

unfurling in the warm breeze.

My Sons

My sons,

for a moment,

channel the creek

and run—

run, never-tiring,

with no intent

ever to stop—

not even stone

could block

the way—

nothing could quench

the joyous drive

to move.

My sons,

for a moment,

are like

the sun,

and gleam

without shame.

Steven Searcy lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he works as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. His poetry has appeared in Ekstasis, Reformed Journal, Fathom Magazine, Heart of Flesh, Green Ink Poetry, and Amethyst Review, among others. Visit him on Twitter: @ithinkiamsteven. And on Instagram: @smsearcy19.