Last snowflake of the season

usually you don't know at the time

the last is whichever turns out to be the last

each season ends with a snowflake and o how numerous and layered the seasons

last snowflakes are falling on our fields all the time precious few ever labeled most like babies who die before they're named

last welcome press on the shoulder last shared box of strawberries last hearing singing last I'll smell your toast at breakfast you don't make toast very often just now and then for a few days in a row it smells good

sometimes you think you do know and you really might be right

I think this is the last spring I'll have with you let's find a kind of flower we've never seen before I love you this spring