Snowfall In April
Snowfall In April
The snowflakes that fell this morning were big
and descended slowly and with sadness they knew
that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and
the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and
water that would fill ditches already overflowing.
Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over
the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified
so the cloud could sail to the tundra in Siberia.
One million volunteers, first there had been a pause,
but a few thousand walked forward others followed.
They got a blessing a white miniature cloud each and
a promise that one day they would be reborn as flurry
on the South Pole, a mass wedding of snowdrifts and
they would never be alone again
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2015
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