Thick and warm and wet, winter’s last snow
Blankets tilled fields and bends low
Branches of saddened trees
Still grieving last summer’s leaves.
Where cloudy skies meet a whitened world
A barren canvas lay unfurled
To be filled by thoughts of past summer’s flowers
Long watered under memory’s showers.
Toothless and still and silent, the mid-March air
Sounds spring’s approach with tacet fanfare
Convincing the heart’s rose
To slacken, a bit, its prickly hold.
Dimpled drifts melt while cool puddles swell
As winter’s last snow bids “Farewell!”
Trees straighten up awaiting vernal buds
And the heart’s garden is planted anew…with love.