Almost April thought I saw you in the snow

Although the trees were weaving a promising shadow

Of things we know remain unseen

Although the wind hinted colors of violet and green,

The Sun was shining  a molten lamp , aglow

Touched your eyes at once wide awake and strangely withdrawn

As though the ghosts of rainfalls past were murmuring your name

Speaking of a touch that once meant so much like the dawn

Behind the breaking Night just before back from where we came

To see the last light taking away all that we know

Almost April thought I saw you in the snow  . , ,