Unpredictable March ended with a last snow fall
And don’t we wish the sun would come out and melt it all!
Last night’s wintry blast downed our power line
Which miraculously came back this morning in time
To make a hot pot of coffee to cheer us up
Nothing warms like fresh hot coffee in a cup!
Oh, the wind may blow and we may still get snow,
But the truth is that winter’s over,
And down below the frozen ground lies clover
Waiting to be born and turn its leaves to the sun.
Birds may gather and mutter about this latest cold one,
But Spring will come, it always does;
The flowers will come back and the bees will buzz
But for now we wait for the snow to melt
And see the back end of winter’s snowy pelt—
“*Spring has sprung!
The grass is riz!
I wonder where the birdies is?”
*Not my poem, but funny.