EASTER SNOWFALL
Snowflakes in gray April air
cold, wet falling in silence
on muddy earth and
gone year's dead grass;
soon running
ashen in brooks
and ditches beside
brown fields,
copses of skeletal trees,
the last libation of a faint winter
to call for resurrection
the hidden sap and seed.
13.04.2020
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