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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