Capricious April, known for her fickle moods,
has cast off yesterday's sunny,
brightly colored cloak
that warmed the earth and hearts of men,
and donned a gown of sullen, faded grey,
pouting,
once again a brooding witch.
Awakening, I, in disbelief,
look out upon the world;
Spring is nowhere to be found!
She had come but now is gone...
With her goes my joy.
I watch giant crystal-feathers cascading,
frozen, milk-white wisps free-falling
in slow motion
and groan.
Winter has returned.
