Frail April snow, the blue smoke of old moods,
And filigree of nailprints on the mind,
A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams,
That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring.
Previously published in my book, ‘The Colors Cry In Rain’.
Apollo Books, Inc.
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