The gray dawn slaughters
the promise of Spring,
Winter's desperate last goodbye
Its poisonous haze mocks
a sky forsaken,
the sun again denied
Its blanket lowers
in a shroud of judgment,
its verdict darkly stained
To deluge its exit
in torrents of thunder
—as light reflects in vain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)
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