Day 26 – NaPoWriMo

The weight of winter
the grey, the long
cold grey of days
some, a few,
bright with snow
and a distant sun
nights of confused shadows
below a snowy moon.
A January of cold
erased the memory of heat,
mid-February the hallucinations
of being warm on
multi-solar beaches began.
March, and finally “above-freezing”
and “seasonal-norm”, and a sigh.
The deep New England
sigh of longing in March.
So when April came flouncing in,
no one expected her skirts
to be hiding snowflakes
but down they came,
a late April snow
laid down in the open fields
waiting with us for spring
or maybe summer.