This poem was posted also on my Quilted Poetry blog.
drawn towards joy
changing of the seasons
quiet melt of winter’s snow
springtime’s gift of sun and rain
Copyright © 2019-04-11, by Lizl Bennefeld.
As I write this poem, I am listening to an ongoing spring blizzard that has delivered over seven inches of snow, so far today. We expect another five to seven inches before the storm ends. The tulips and daffodils long since emerged from the warm, damp grown. I am trusting the new snow to protect them from the wind and icy rains still to come.
I have looked at photos from previous years, and April snows are not that unexpected. Still, it is strange to be confined to house and outbuildings by snow drifts, when at the beginning of the week, I was outside barefoot and without a jacket.