Winter passes bleak and fleeting.
Spring’s promise: cloying.
A snowflake on a girl friend’s nose.
From on high, product of grey.
Still. White.
Fleet, it falls and fades away.
Failed accumulation: too warm for that.
God’s grace, you see. The glowing.
That ache? Longing for my April.
Author: Jason D. Rowley
As I mentioned elsewhere, I wear a lot of hats. Currently, I'm interested in VC data, early stage startups, and journalism. Previously I've been a blogger, designer, researcher, startup founder, (temporary) college dropout, connector, occasional branding designer and amateur chef.
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