april thoughts

the trees have blossoms of snow.

the seedlings sleep deeply
pale and cold
even as their southern neighbors
grow thick and dark.

there are storms

of ice

and wind

that throw up collars
and shutter doors,
pull on thick socks,
and fill cups

again

with thick hot liquid.

the blossoms stand against the ashy sky
turning gray in the early sunset
wishing and hoping

for their own demise.