Pink Snow Poem by Matt Mooney

and it is April here now! i always think of May as the time for many birds to migrate through the part of New York State in which i grew up. OH! it is only March; i guess i was experiencing wishful thinking! i read a poem which is listed as a 'favorite' of yours on PH, written by an Irishman about his mother calling every couple of weeks to tell him of ANOTHER suicide by a young Irishman. don't the women ever do it? I liked his and i like yours (poems that is) . bri :)