April is the sweetest month

My version:

- for Jennifer -
April is the sweetest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the living land, mixing
Hopes and dreams, stirring
Eager roots with spring rain.
Winter made us cold, freezing
Earth in forgetful snow, drowning
A little life with dried tubers.

Spring suprises us, walking down the path
With the rays of gold, we walked to the cherry trees,
And went on in their sweetness, walking by the lake
And drak martinelli, and laughed for an hour.
Mi corazon tengo muy goza, porque tengo fidel
And we will dance in the moonlight
You took me on a walk
And I was thrilled. You said,
Rachel, look ahead.
And ahead we looked.
Straining to see the rays of glory breaking in the sky
I think, much of the day, and write poetry in the sun.

These are the roots that clutch, these are the branches that grow
And bear us fruit, sweet fruit. Daugher of God,
You can say, not guess, for you know
More than this broken world, where the sun beats
And the trees do not give shade, and the stream not true relief
These are dry stones, they give no sound of water. Only
There is a shadow under His wings
Come in under the shadow of the most High
And He will show you something different from either
Your shadow at the morning behind you
Met with His shadow following you
I will show you beauty in the palms of His hands.

- R. L. Patterson