Twenty inches every day
on our hilly town,
beautiful when we first saw it
collecting on the ground.
As much as I love you,
little flakes of snow,
it's spring and I'm wondering
when you will go.
We are looking forward to the summer
so we can free our minds.
We're so glad it's gonna soon be summer.
The thaw will feed new life.
Beneath the chaos
of the heavy winter
flows a stream
welling forth a flood of good
from in the frozen scene,
helping tired life to grow,
proliferate new seed.
Sometimes I feel like a fiddlehead
stretching out from spring 'til summers' end.
Let's grow together.