Spring Snow
Late March's winds doth chill and bite,
A snowstorm fierce, a winter's sight,
With icy flakes that veil the sky,
And gusts of wind that howl and sigh.
Yet mingled with this icy grace,
There's also fear etched on each face,
For winter's grip doth hold us tight,
And keeps us locked in chilly night.
The winds may blow and snow may swirl,
Yet nature's calm remains unfurled,
For soon the thaw will break the spell,
And winter's grip shall bid farewell.
— Abel Keogh
3/25/2023
