On day in April
when all hope
of a white landscape faded to memories
surprise entered morning breath.
A gift meandering
from clouds of sky
to ground below.
A special cool present
bonding with air to make
artistic landscape.
They came in droves
as if fairies looking for home
upon mountainside and ground.
They came florissant white
tickling senses to be a child again.
They gave face a reason to smile
and unbox gloves and hats
to have an adventure
with camera in hand.
The gift daintily danced
coating tree branches
to make them shine.
Daily bustle of noise slowed
yet for shovels making contact
with ground.
I felt blessed,
to see them gather in beauty
before Father Sky took action.
Action to tuck them back in clouds
in-exchange
for Springs flowery blanket.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
On day in April
when all hope
of a white landscape faded to memories
surprise entered morning breath.
A gift meandering
from clouds of sky
to ground below.
A special cool present
bonding with air to make
artistic landscape.
They came in droves
as if fairies looking for home
upon mountainside and ground.
They came florissant white
tickling senses to be a child again.
They gave face a reason to smile
and unbox gloves and hats
to have an adventure
with camera in hand.
The gift daintily danced
coating tree branches
to make them shine.
Daily bustle of noise slowed
yet for shovels making contact
with ground.
I felt blessed,
to see them gather in beauty
before Father Sky took action.
Action to tuck them back in clouds
in-exchange
for Springs flowery blanket.
Inspired by the snowfall on April 2nd.
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