Don Rearden
- Apr 28, 2023
- 1 min read

Sometimes Spring

sometimes spring forgets

pauses along the route north

and winter lingers

[April 28th, 2023 -- poem #28 for National Poetry Month-- woke up to a dusting of snow.]

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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