March Snow

Earlier this month I wrote a hopeful poem about the coming of spring:

A March Walk

Early March, the sun is shining through the lightly frosted trees.
I take a walk and hear
A symphony of incipient spring sounds.
The trees send down tiny shards of melting ice,
A tinkling of ice-edged rain.
The cardinals are busy in the evergreens,
Calling out to each other a hopeful morning song.
Melting snow rushes through the slate-lined creeks
And hurls itself into small waterfalls;
The rushing away of winter, I hope.

This morning we woke up to about six inches of heavy, slushy snow, which is typical for early spring in this neck of the Northeast.

Happy spring, indeed!