The gray dawn slaughters
   the promise of spring,
   —with a desperate last goodbye

Its poisonous haze mocks
  a sky forsaken,
  —with the sun again denied

Its blanket then lowers
   in a shroud of judgment,
  —its verdict darkly stained

To deluge its exit
  in torrents of thunder,
  —as the light reflects in vain

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)