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The Reason It Really Snowed on An April Night Mother Nature changed her bed linens last night, washed the flannel sheets and her quilted coverlets, shook out her favorite eiderdown comforter... The stitches old and weak unraveled, and the down flew out thick and white and blanketed the world. The flower heads, reds and yellows gazed up in mute surprise; the trees sagged with a double heavy load-- fresh snow and early green leaves. And Mother Nature laughed until she cried. The tears fell wet and formed as ice into faces looking up to question "Why?" |
Additional Notes:
This piece has found its way to both "Smile" and "Fauquier Poetry Journal" but with all the unsettled weather of late and all the snow in the North in April and early May this year, I thought I should share.
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