Sunday, April 6, 2014
by Jim Rapp
As quickly as you came, you started melting.
Just as I began to worry how the robins, chirping
in the snow-clad pine, would find they daily bread
you melted, leaving branches bare instead.
Enough’s enough, my snowy April friend.
Don’t be telling sister May that she should send
another storm to make our pine tree groan
and robins seek another place to call their home.