Grey Clouded Air

December 2022

Imagination blown 

by the wild wind 

on this April snow day 

is as light as the flakes that do 

their forced dance and race 

through grey clouded air. 

Were this December, 

the reality would be welcomed. 

Today, if I forget 

the date on the calendar, 

I can see the beauty and 

welcome the crisp cold air 

on my face

pulling my woolen collar 

up to my chin, 

wrapping my arms 

around myself in a warming hug.

A single tiny bird 

ignores snow and wind 

to flit from tree to tree 

before flying away.

“Snow in April is abominable, like a slap 

in the face when you expected a kiss.”

~ L.M.Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside (1939)