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SPRING SNOWSTORM Outside my window, where I glance Snowflakes dip, swirl and dance. The pine trees reach their branches high To snatch the flakes as they fly by. Icy winds whirl 'round the yard, Carving snowdrifts deep and hard. Icicles clinging to my roof, Of a wintry blast affirming proof. The thermometer on my window sill Shows 27 is the chill. The weather man on my TV Gives his report so cheerfully. He tells me it's the first day of spring- Somehow that has a hollow ring! If this is spring, and there's some doubt, What is this snowstorm all about? His credibility is at stake, It's storming out, for heaven's sake! With all the snow that's coming down, Spring simply cannot yet be found. Yet a month from now, this storm will be Just a distant memory. Tulips will show their pretty heads In all those snowy flowerbeds. The snow will melt and go away. Spring will return--at least by May. Until then I'll try to find Some appreciation for this time. I'll watch the snowflakes coming down, To camouflage the barren ground. I'll keep in mind it cannot last, Spring's warmer days must come to pass. My spirt lifts as I remember, This is March, it's not December. |
Additional Notes:
This is especially appropriate today, as we have a spring snowstorm here in North Dakota, forcasting at least 9 to 12 inches of snow, with rain first. YUK! I am more than ready for Spring.
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