April showers, shaped like snowflakes
My parents say that a mile down the road
They can see open water
But here all we see is ice
Two weeks past the spring equinox
Onto month six of winter
I remind myself I am not surprised
And build a fire to read by
The snow has already melted
The sun sets later and later
I can not see spring, not yet
But I can smell it
I am not warm, not yet
But I can feel it coming on the wind
With Love,
Natalie