A Poem for a Missing Friend

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.



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