light swirling flakes dance in the air
in no rush to reach the ground
appearing peaceful
unfettered blankets all around
apologies if I am missing the beauty
maybe I am reading the signs all wrong
april’s pandemic snow
is challenging my efforts to stay strong
I am drawing the curtains
blocking the light this morning brings
with tomorrow’s dawn
I’ll give things another swing

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