The Snow Isn’t Finished With Us Yet

Sunday sonnet

The winter started out so slow this year. Appearing late, It seemed it wouldn’t come. But now mid-March and look, it’s snowing here. Spring’s on its way, though winter’s not quite done.

Just yesterday new spears of daffodil were poking through the melted ice and leaves. Yet, snowy season hadn’t had it’s fill and now a winter wonderland in these

wet clumps of snow, still falling from the sky and covering most every branch and tree. Birds flittering and fluttering while I fall silent as some peace descends on me.

Life buried, under wet late winter’s snow, at rest, though springtime’s growth begins below.

Thank you Katie Michaelson and The Daily Cuppa for publishing these Sunday sonnets. The last day of winter’s here!