Catherine Chandler's Poetry Blog

Monday, April 2, 2012

April snow


I’d seen a goldfinch, days were getting mild,
the crocuses were up, and I could hear
the wild geese honking on the pond. Beguiled,
I’d set the garden chairs in place, in sheer
delight. The northern winter-spring transition
is never easy, but I’d hoped this year –
Alicia’s cancer gone into remission –
that April would be kind. Then we had snow
this afternoon, a boreal admonition:
Not so fast. Not so
                Oh, to be the quiet sort
who bow their heads, accept the status quo,
conceding there’s a God, and we’re his sport,
that winter is so long, and life so short!

© Catherine Chandler 
(first published in 14 by 14, Issue 4, June 2008)

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