Friday, March 27, 2015


And the snow falls
On late March morning
Caresses new emergence  
Sendaline on soft green
White on yellow trumpets
Holds back the amphibians
And stifles humming bees
Wildness tis tender grace
It holds hands with calm
And still the snow falls
But the sun now holds sway
And no amount of inclemency
Can defeat new spring day