Yes, You Guessed It
It's Snowing In April
That incredible white puffy stuff
Tossed from the sky
Like a ceasar salad
High in the air
Falling straight down
As Quickly as it can
Soon covering every spot
That once was bare
Large flakes lifting each other up
Climbing on the railing
All over the deck
Racing across the green grass covered lawn
It started really early
Long before I got up
The time is a little before seven
We must have an inch or maybe two
Those poor Spring flowers
Run for cover
If you know what is good for you
Too cold
You will shrivel up and freeze
All those beautiful colors lost in a world of white
The temperature thirty-six degrees
The sky filled with grey
As if a little girl scribbled it on paper
So bland and bare
Our driveway randomly speckled
Like a big Easter Egg that was misplaced
A lonely pine
Begins to whine
Bring back Spring
Where I dangle and shine in the wind
