NaPM April 24th 2019

[Richard]

Four

1.
Leaves must always bloom,
while snow decays like her corpse-
he wasn't ready.

2.
Too soon, shade will tell
a story he kept from you;
grass hides a dead mouse.

3.
Lonely branches strip,
sad as his thinning grey hair,
sullen face now gaunt.

4.
Iced puddles, silent
beside your old house, vacant,
his eyes grasping God.