This poem was written several years ago. The photo is decades old of a prior snowy April. The forsythia is in bloom here today but we expect an unseasonal high of 80.
The Reason It Really Snowed On An April Night
Mother Nature changed her bed linens last night,
washed the flannel sheets and her quilted coverlets,
shook out her favorite eiderdown comforter…
The stitches old and weak unraveled,
and the down flew out thick and white
and blanketed the world.
The flower heads, reds and yellows
gazed up in mute surprise;
the trees sagged with a double heavy load–
fresh snow and early green leaves.
And Mother Nature laughed until she cried.
The tears fell wet and formed as ice
into faces looking up to question “Why?”
c.Darlene Moore Berg