The Saddest Snow

Today the snow came, well into April,

though it has stayed away all winter.

Unwelcome, though it would have

been, at Christmas,

 but not now.

It came down heavily,
this snow abounds-

many inches upon the ground,

where daffodils were growing,

but not now.

Instead it just brings tears,

his because it reminds him of all the things

he cannot do;
and it makes him long to ski;

 mine because of the place I could not go—

an outing, badly needed, snowed away,

and for the happy life I used to know,

but not today.