April Snow

It’s as if she’d forgotten something,

traveled half-way down the street

then turned around with a high-winded sigh,

upended a box marked “Needs Refrigeration” on the front lawn,

blew a cold kiss with a wicked grin and left again,

her roof rack of sweaters still neatly packed.

Poem ©2016, Jen Payne, National Poetry Month, 3