A snowstorm in late March
is like a test
to see if we can endure.
* * *
We've already heard
birds' songs at dawn
with the promise of warmth
and longer days.
* * *
We've seen buds
on trees, and flowers
valiantly pushing through
hard dirt.
* * *
We've begun to hope
for all things green
bursting forth.
* * *
But now in late March
we'll hunker down again,
wait for flakes to stop
their onslaught.
* * *
It's a long muddy road
to summer, and spring snow
is winter's last laugh.