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...