It is April, and I look for the Crocus, Iris, Robin and Wren;
the warm embrace of gentle Breezes to greet me again.
I suddenly realize it isnt to be so
as I Witness before me this new fallen snow.
I find it incomprehensible;
full of true Disbelief
that the Elements would refuse to
Welcome a new bud and leaf.
The Birth of this Spring is laborious, I know,
Because of a Winter that wont let go.