by Juⓟⓘⓣⓔⓡ ⓜⓞⓞN
What snow does to our spring revival.
|The slush and the breeze not tropical
whip through my hair so topical,
as others mutter on the street,
'can you believe this snow mixed with sleet?'
Snow in April, who ordered it? Not I.
A green landscape gone in a blink of an eye.
Tulips with white jackets linger on,
while wanting to go back to bed with a yawn.
Out my window I see a blanket of white.
No robins trills and cheery kids not in sight.
I'll put my short pants back in the drawer.
This season is a lamb that does not roar.
Snow in April, after the year we've had?
Couldn't you lighten up God, or are you mad?