Poetry, Makenzie Beckstead
Snow in April
I open the blinds in April
to see snow-caked cars
and roads darker than black
— the kind of black that shines beneath a cloudy sky.
And like the poet I am,
I see more
than never-ending winter.
I see myself in metaphor:
a woman composing herself hibernal, wishing for snow to melt
from her; for her mind to brighten with sun.
But still, the poems come
like snow
in April.
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Blossoms in April
I open the blinds in April
to see blossom-strewn streets,
heart lighter than ever
like a mouth sweet with candy once sour, now sweet.
And like the poet I am,
I see more
than oncoming spring.
I see our love in metaphor:
two women composing a life together, hearts fluttering
like blossoms
in April.
Makenzie Beckstead is currently finishing a degree in English with a Creative Writing emphasis at Utah Valley University. Her work has been included in publications such as Kalopsia Literary Journal, potted purple, and UVU’s Warp & Weave. In summer 2023, she will be attending the NYS Summer Writers Institute. She lives in Utah with her wife-to-be, Paige, and their two dogs. Find her on Instagram @kenz_beckstead
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