April was National Poetry Month. And I missed posting a poem on the last day, as has been my habit since November 2004. Well, to be honest, I posted one and pulled it. So one day late...
Illusion of Snowfall
There is no evidence that the snow has fallen.
I see white flakes randomly careening
across the neighborhood façade,
some of them running sideways with the wind,
the larger ones falling straight down
and creating their own right of way,
ignoring the roller coaster ride of the rest.
White lines are drawn across grey granite and red brick,
cut by cars and trucks that blow through the cold smokescreen,
all in an early April motif out my office window.
But nothing hits the ground.
The oblivious grass shows only the pale green of spring,
and no slick white covers the brown cold sidewalk.
Miles of sky is filled with clouds and wind
dropping its frozen cargo in a last ditch effort of winter
to derail nature’s return to brighter colors.
I can wait it out as the sky swirls with snow,
knowing that for all its effort,
the cold will only be a vestige of the cloud’s illusion
that it can block out the growing sun.