SNOWSTORM 9 April 2000
Rain became snow overnight.
April became a negative of spring.
The whole lawn became lumpy monochrome.
The newest buds bear alien lumps.
The heavy rain-turned-white
hazardously weighs limbs and wires.
Robins are cruel interjections of color.
The cat's yellow eyes are staring, amazed.
Jim is dying as spring winterizes.
The sizzling fuse that drove him loses heat.
The cancer lays him in a quiet bed.
He hunts in a wilderness he never saw.
Grace, his boys, his sister build him a shelter.
It will not do, in the end, against this cold.
5 November
2000 Copyright © 2000 Richard
P. Richter
