Every Day Poets (Online) April 2013
This latest snow, I hope, will also be
the last.
I wait for white to fade,
for drifts to drift away, for warmer
nights and longer days.
I pray
for crocuses to come and go,
or an April shower of tulip blooms
and lollipop roses; for anything
that shows us that the sun is less
removed, is less remote.
I hope
these bloomless snowy days are past,
this latest snow will also be —at last—
the last.