Thunder rumbles outside my window.
Sheets of rain wash away winter grime.
Scrape the world clean.
I wait for the memories of snow to be washed away with it,
but it is cold outside.
I want to wrap myself in Springtime,
dance nimbly through the crocuses,
they are too chilled
afraid of what might yet unfold
- certainly no petals today...
So I watch big fat droplets
run down the window.
that they are not yesterday's snowflakes
and perhaps will yet bring those promised
May flowers to bloom
'cus Easter is this weekend
and there still ain't no daffodils in my yard
nor leaves unfurling anywhere
but in my dreams
snow - pfft