Battle of the Seasons

From the north he came nimbly in the night Softly silently bombing blanketing buds Saturating each single stem Snowy sneak attack barraging bombarding bark Wracking white war-like wonder With relentless wrath and rage Cardinal calling watching in wonder Bright crimson claret buried between alabaster boughs Chipmunk and squirrel shell-shocked By snowy shrapnel scamper to shelter Relentless yet irrelevant retreating rush Futile effort from frosty frothy forces Spring stands inescapable Flowers and flakes conflicted Spring snowflake and spirea stand strong Bravely bearing banners high As if to say, try as you may Your day has passed ‘tis spring at last Ol’ man winter wanes wails and warns I shall seize the season someday soon … Inspired by the 5”- 6” snowfall we have on March 26, 2011 after we had 80 degree weather last week.