then in came the winds
screaming down the mountain
the giant hemlock shaking
angry as us all
that the end of April
feels like the end of Fall
and now snow does
with the gust
white whirling snow devils
the flakes confused, too
directionless, wondering why
they are just as tired
and ready for winter to break
or maybe that's me
[April 30, 2023 Blizzard conditions in Bear Valley, last poem for April. ]
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