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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden
    • May 1
    • 1 min read

So Long, April


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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