And it snows.
Blows.
White wax
On the fields.
April fools
Around and
Around.
Making sound.
Flirting flurries
Ride on lake-effect.
Rules my affect.
Reels my reflex.
Back to bed,
Snore covered
And sleepy…
I must be dreaming.
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
I wish I were dreaming. I call it powdered sugar snow. Janet
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It wasn’t that sweet!
Easter Sunday coincided with April Fools Day this year. Wonder if the first Easter landed on April 1. Who was fooled by the resurrection? Who felt they were in a mis-step that morning? Something was amiss. Something was SO different.
All I know is Jesus wasn’t fooling around!