Monday, April 1, 2013

APRIL SNOW (poem)


 
APRIL SNOW
 
The night
is a clone of January.
The morning
is sweet and golden
as an April sun.
Snow-droppings fall
from icelandic trees.
A lone mallard
floats downstream.

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