Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Poem

My lines, trained vines on trellis heart-to-heart
Words tumble out of my pen yet not art

Akin to a bug I crawl on new plants
Wet with changing moods April rains impart

Seeking for nectar, seeking for love's smile
Sun slides away, the day begins to part

Waiting for May, when I can fly or fall
And past will be a dream as I restart

A Houdini, no. This poem is the mind
But, after canes and crutches, it's the heart


Prompt: April showers, May flowers (but no actual clichés) (maybe a ghazal!)