White Spring

The trees are budding
Robins are singing
But the sky is grey
The temperature is chilled
Looking out the window
See the white flakes falling
Where is the gentle spring rain
Where are the warm breezes
Not here today
Instead we are having a white spring
For this who ever dreamed?

Reviews

[WindSong]

I can visualize the beauty of a white spring with soft fluffy snowflakes upon the first blooms of the season...in all its purity and sanctity of the earth awakening once again! What a beautiful sight to behold forever! This is a wonderful poem to read again and again to get closer to this divine event!

[Tina Kline]

Thank you very much!

[Black Cat Fever]

The White Magic Of Spring and snow in spring in the Pacific Northwest is like magic, to me anyway. Good poem.

[Star Wolf]

A white spring is always beautiful and surprising. It can happen in these parts, the Pacific Northwest. Awesome writing.

[Audrey Howitt]

Really an enjoyable piece--flows so easily--

[......]

I enjoyed this write, thought it was beuatiful

[Wolf's Dark Song]

Sometimes nature has a surprise for us...it does its own thing, uncaring what our calendar might say. A very visual and enjoyable poem.

[Wendy Seames Garner]

Nice poem, almost sounds like Michigan! We've had a pretty cool spring, after 80 degrees in February. Thank God it isn't snowing, but my grandma did talk of a time it snowed in August here.