Snow in the Spring. Cold flakes fall on warmly colored petals. The bright blue sky lost somewhere in the cold winds. When Spring began, I guess the Winter didn't end. The two seasons fight for power of the weather back and forth and once again until finally, Spring overpowers see the blooming flowers scare off the bitter winds, but, until then, we have snow in the Spring.
It was snowing but it was Spring a d this is what came to mind. I'm a bit backed up on poems to post on here so I'm doing it all now.