Early Spring Snow

by John Garmon

Say it fell as signs of life

All over town
Holding the news
Alive like scared sparrows
Flying from hungry hawks

Sounds of tires
Hissing in the mush
As early sirens
Carried someone
To a sleepy hospital

Snow was sackcloth
Draped over marigolds
Hiding the blood of roses
Like pharmacists bottling
Their latest prescriptions

The sun would take it
As quickly as a heart
Galloping in an old breast
In blinding light

©2014 John Garmon

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