Farewell To Snow

Today, glimpsed I, a curious sight A mound of snow, no longer white. It basked alone, upon brown grass It seemed to say, this too shall pass When greener days shall come to be When spring soon covers every tree With robins nests and leaves of green This mound of snow shall cease to be. And so, in passing by, paid my respects To winter and to all of its effects And bid springtime my warmest welcome. For as long as this old earth shall spin God has ordained each winter’s end Yea, God has ordained each spring begin.