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April Snow
I felt betrayed
when you showed up,
awkward guest,
all pomp and flutter,
but you lured me
into this baffled
forest,
white on green,
you trickster shaking
us out of our
April dreams.
Without you I would
have missed the
fugitive light stowing
away on your
blurry stream,
a light I suspect is
a conscious being,
perhaps a liquid shaman
trickling down,
chanting hope
and wanting to heal.
And I wouldn't be so
far from the
sham hello's and
chiseled smiles
and vampire friendships
of my other life,
and a life without
surprise is an
ice-clad tree
standing at attention,
simply there and
waiting for any signal.
So rain on me
angel confetti in
my march to understanding.
Anoint me in your
ritual of white.
Patricia Joan Jones
April Snow arrives like an
April Snow arrives like an unwelcome guest, yet the poetic narrator gently surrenders to its surprise.
What begins as disruption becomes a sacred invitation, a ritual disguised as weather.
The awkward snowfall lures them from artifice into raw presence,
where even light moves like a “liquid shaman” descending to heal.
In that hush, the chiseled smiles and scripted connections of their other life melt quietly away.
The snow, once resented, becomes grace, blessing the speaker in a soft, unrequested baptism.
By the end, this isn't just a seasonal anomaly, but a moment of inner transformation:
a communion with mystery. And the soul, anointed, walks forward into understanding.
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I can't thank you enough for
I can't thank you enough for taking the journey with me and leaving such radiant footprints. They are poetry itself! So honored by your support.
Thank you for your wonderful
Thank you for your wonderful feedback.
as a southerner april snow
as a southerner april snow made me gasp but as a reader it took my breath away
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Thank you for your very
Thank you for your very encouraging, beautiful feedback.