Snow in April & Blossoms in April

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.

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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