[Wow—this B.N. poem is lovely—enjoy!]
Snow In April
The tulips are so temporal
because they contain
winter in their hearts.
They are the elegy
of flowers.
Faint-hearted,
the weather dissolves us,
the way things grow
smaller in the distance,
miraculous and liquid.
Here, the seasons are compulsive
and winter left a vestige
tender and musky
It rises
with the other scents.
We do not travel
or take any such risks,
but this far inland the flowers
stand for imported life,
stray beauty, and the bit
of snow that can rest in
their bowls.
B.N.
© to the author 1983-2010
Snow in April appeared previously in Quarterly West