Snow In May
Snow in May that first year
Mother’s day, it was
Remember how the tulips glowed
in hopeful brilliance through the frost?
It nearly warmed our hearts.
Eleven years of freezing takes its toll.
Rubbing sticks together wishing for a spark
to start a cozy campfire
to bask
and relax
and thaw in.
Too careless with the kerosene
Casualties of
explosions hurling words
and broken pieces of the past
and looks.
Ah, the looks.
Wounding and wounded
Eleven years of snow in May
Time to leave this place
Today I planted seeds
and in May, before I go
I will render their sprouted potential to the garden
so the next one can know
that new life grows
even where there’s snow in May.
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