Sugar Snow

Spring is fighting old man Winter

and she is loosing thus far, however...

Early April and ground still frozen,

spring buds caught in a strangle hold

their life on hold during the battle.

This aft snow fell, a sugar snow,

conjoined flakes, fat and wide,

blew onto earth, spreading their girth

while I stood with arms spread wide,

head tilted backwards and savoured

the sugar snow as it fell to earth

knowing this was the last offense

and soon, very soon, my toes

will dig into warm, sweet earth...