the spring that started in March
ended in April
and people stood shocked in their door jams
necks craning up to the heavens
watching the flakes we had missed all winter
float slowly into gravity's grasp

laments were lofty in the frigid air
and somber masks packed away with moth ***** reemerged

this was the mark of a Mother Nature takeover
but who the hell were we
to tell her
how to do her job?