Contemplating Snow on the First Day of March
The falling snow is lovely
some place else!
I will dance in the snow
like an old woman
finding her second childhood.
The snow flakes
are as big and heavy as half-dollars
moments before turning
into raindrops.
Schizophrenic clouds
can't decide weather to drop snow
or cry rain.
warm wind
snow angels
fly away
The first day of spring
seems as far away as you.
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