This late snow keeps spring’s dressings
at bay
April’s late snow keeps spring’s dressings at bay,
a thick coat covers, a tulip falls a
star spent
where winter’s wicked throes play for
another day.
Clocks spring forward but the groundhogs stay,
weathermen scratch their heads, children content
April’s late snow keeps spring’s dressings at bay.
Near the frozen fountain the lakeside girls can’t
play,
no sundresses or sandles,
or grasses’ green scent,
winter’s wicked throes play for another day.
Landscape colors seem shadows of various gray,
trees grow white wiskers
with bumps of buds to hint
April’s late snow keeps spring’s dressings at bay.
A mailman forgot his hat! In place a bejeweled ice
toupee
swells over his balding head, the repose of
snow to lament
winter’s wicked throes play for another day.
“Where’s the
promised greenhouse effect?” one might say,
but then again how can we take for granted
what’s lent?
April’s late snow keeps spring’s dressings at bay
where winter’s wicked throes play for another
day
--
Villanelle for Spring