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.