Medium, Poetry On a Bleak, Snowy Day in April August 11, 2022 A poem. I stopped to wonderat the hazy greythat had consumed the day. That had consumed me. Maybe the flakeswere meant to cleansethe earth in preparationfor spring. Perhaps they were meantto cleanse me. But this grotty year has done enough detergingof its own to last a millionmore. A million evergreensline mountain peaks and glaredown at me, reminding me there is beauty in the world. But I don’t want to hear about beautyon a bleak, snowy day in April. Previously published in The POM Previous You Need to Improve Your Aesthetic to Become a More Successful Entrepreneur Newer 4 Things No One Prepares You For When Rescuing a Cat You May Also Like And Everything Will Cycle Through July 20, 2023 How I Got Back Into Reading After a Years-Long Break November 4, 2021 Writing While Overwhelmed August 16, 2016 Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Comment Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.