Calender Book (6.3.15)

 

 

af Jon M. Schwartz

 

 

The sadness is

like this rain

 

in January

 

It covers even

 

its own shadows

 

It spreads

 

to the roots

 

from the roof tops

 

I look at the lilac bush

 

in the yard

 

not believing

 

in its purple blossoms

 

I try to tell you this

 

late at night

 

It is March

 

and I am waiting

 

for the snow

 

as if it were Spring

 

 

 

 

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