Snow

SNOW In the month of march I never dream of you, such As romancing the sky in purely white While I...am wailing upon your sight Peering through a window I ask, in wrinkled brow Why you come anytime you like While I...have to wait before I can hike Again, you pack in my walkway Not minding my inner dismay It does not mean, I don't like you It is just...you are long-overdue. Spring is peeking, give her a chance To sway the hairless twigs and dance With the nippy wind or start a smile To a witless soul charmed for awhile by your graceful style.