Where do the days go?
Is there a big bin
filling up with all of my spent days?
Can I dig through them
and pull out one or another
special one
to review, relive?
Can I pull out one
that wasn’t much used,
like a piece of paper,
and write on it
again?
So as not to be
wasteful.
Or do all the days
just drop away
falling out of
time?
April showers – bah!
We have snow;
deep, heavy snow.
The snow that breaks branches
and attacks hearts.
Serious, blowing snow that
laughs at your
crocuses and tulips
Snow that shakes its head
at our verses of spring
and flowers and colors and rebirth
Snow that reminds us
before any birth
labor pains can last a very, very long time.
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