April Showers

Something is falling. It isn't
rain. It can't be snow.
I saw three specks just large enough
to get me off the couch. Something is falling.
The cat tilts one ear at the window.
I press my cheek to the glass.
There is nothing, no promise
from the outside, only my breath
and her purr and the hint
of day retreating.

photograph by Vicki Ashton


Mr. Apron said...

It's the End of Days?

How very inconvenient.

Kate Horowitz said...

Come on. We've had a good run.

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