Stone Cold April Snow: Warmer Days

It snowed in June this year,
but my neighbor moved away,
taking her too short kimono,
her naked peach so luscious,

I forgot arduous chores
of shoveling a heavy wet slop
to plowing a heady split, whispering
amorous words, most sincere.

All that remains of her are an empty
porch swing, frozen roses and a
fruit tree to never be picked for
the best damn peach jam I've ever had.