April 8 poetry Snow is falling In a half-attempt to make things Look clean and white again. Maybe if everything looks clean It will be clean, is the thought I’m sure It never works anyway, But the snow falls nonetheless Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...