Tuesday, March 22, 2016

before the snow

the wind is howling
another storm moving in
this morning i gathered some blossoms
before being crushed under heavy snow
it is always this way in spring
as we see-saw between winter and 
summer, mostly confused,
today, confused and saddened
by the blossoms crushed by 
gunfire, by hatred and violence
in Brussels. so much
delicacy and beauty too
precious to be destroyed.
tomorrow the flowers will droop
under their heavy load, 
our hearts also. 

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