April and Snow

From 90 to 28 degrees in 48 hours. Welcome to Minnesota in April!

For I have time for nothing
But the endeavour to balance myself
Upon a broken world.

Amy Lowell

April Snow

by Matthew Zapruder

Today in El Paso all the planes are asleep on the runway. The world
is in a delay. All the political consultants drinking whiskey keep
their heads down, lifting them only to look at the beautiful scarred
waitress who wears typewriter keys as a necklace. They jingle
when she brings them drinks. Outside the giant plate glass windows
the planes are completely covered in snow, it piles up on the wings.
I feel like a mountain of cell phone chargers. Each of the various
faiths of our various fathers keeps us only partly protected. I don’t
want to talk on the phone to an angel. At night before I go to sleep
I am already dreaming. Of coffee, of ancient generals, of the faces
of statues each of which has the eternal expression of one of my feelings.
I examine my feelings without feeling anything. I ride my blue bike
on the edge of the desert. I am president of this glass of water.

If you google poem, April snow, you will find a multitude of poets who took up pen at the indignation.  There is something profound about an April snow, the tenacity with which winter lingers, while our thoughts have already turned to green and growing things.  Weather does not often align with our thoughts.  I can be absolutely black on the bluest of blue sky days.  I checked all my fruit trees this week when it was over 80 degrees for four days in a row.   It looks like all survived both fauna and frost, patiently preparing for a bit more warmth to break out in bloom.  


Snow in April

by Amy Lowell
Smooth blue skies,
Fresh winds through early tree-tops,
Pointed shoots,
White bells,
White and purple cups.
I am a plum-tree
Checked at its flowering.
My blossoms wither,
My branches grow brittle again.
I stretch them out and up,
But the snowflakes fall—
Whirl—and fall.
April and snow,
And my heart stuffed and suffocating
With my blossoms brown and dropping
Upon my cold roots.

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