Frail April snow, the blue smoke of old moods, <br />And filigree of nailprints on the mind, <br />A shadow paints the windowpane of dreams, <br />That young God-Man who gave Himself for spring. <br /> <br />Previously published in my book, 'The Colors Cry In Rain'. <br />Apollo Books, Inc.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/filigree/
