Spring snow grips the trees
White and glistening where there should be leaves
But on this day we are told to wait
For spring is momentarily late
All around the grass is green
The snow on it seems so mean
For the calendar says winter should go
Can anything push out this cold?
Soon it will be July
With its temperatures soaring high
We will say then would it not be nice
To feel snow and the ice
Live in the moment the here and now
Enjoy what is here before it takes a bow
Life is rich each and every day
Take the journey and walk the way.
aminuteafter 