Perennial Drive

April afternoon (1977), driving north

from Carlsbad,

The same morning heat suddenly chills,

We speed toward the storm ahead.

April blizzard, snow, and vertigo.

The highway vanishes.

 

And we drive into April (1954), heading north

from Mammoth,

The highway gone, only slanting snow,

windshield wipers, and vertigo,

Driving into April (1959), north

from Helena,

Snow, car, blankness.

 

Elemental springs, when sudden cold

snows obliterate direction.

One steers, distance measured by survival,

the path always behind, only strained

Peering ahead.

Instinct carries us forward.

 

Each year April comes round again.

Fran Sage,  Latitude 30 °18’

Photo Sandy Sage

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5 Responses to

  1. Barbara Estinson says:

    Your Mom’s poem and your picture remind me of some April snows. I’m hoping we don’t get one this year!

  2. Jesse says:

    Nice poem and picture, but umm Sandy the snow is gone thank you 🙂

  3. Di Anne Lewis says:

    Bless your Mom’s heart. “Each year April comes round again” indeed ~ ~ ~
    What does latitude 30/18 refer to?

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