They float down,
Those Individual wisps.
Periods which end
No sentence.
Quotations,
Bereft of content.
I press my ear
Do the dormant grass
To hear the sound
Of their touchdown.
“Shhhh,” they said.
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4 responses to “April Snow”
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Those flakes just aren’t sure where to land. It’s like they’re aplogetic about messing with spring.
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I didn’t hear an apology.
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I plan to attend the Faith and Writing. I have a sense you attended in the past.
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I’ve been to 4 or 5 of them. I haven’t been in about five years though. It’s a wonderful conference.
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Gerald the Writer 
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