the April snow
float from the sky like tiny feathers,
settling white, refracting the Spring light.
Indifferent to the green and growing grass.
Each flake a single miracle of six-fold symmetry
that dissolves in an instant on budding
branches and among the tangled
twigs of birds’ nests.
And the hardy
Like Persephone, they too have spent the winter
underground. And I wonder if perhaps they understand
how hard it was for her to burst into the light.
And why the Maiden Goddess might
return back to her lover,
for one more
Photo: Diane Perazzo