Cold snaps

as April returns to winter. Come May, all will be forgotten and June's moon will laugh...

Cold snaps

Cold snaps at the courage of tulips,
the audacity of daffs. Clouds weep
white tears over hyacinths and henbit,
glazes their purple gaze at a day gone grey,
as April returns to winter. Come May,
all will be forgotten and June's moon
will laugh at our dismay as heat
and dust drive our thirst for icy lemonade.
No lemons on the Easter-tree today.
Forsythia frowns in gold, the quince
in orange-peach display sleeps quiet.
Cold covers tulips, daffs, then hides
in silver linings of the low-hung clouds.
As it hovers over bright stiff grass, cold snaps.

© Kåre Enga 2008 [165.20] 2008-04-12

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