Saturday, April 17, 2010

April 17

Sunday River, April 17

you thought I was done and wasn’t coming back till next fall
you let your pretty green buds start peeking out and the forsythia
with no shame at all was ablaze
but I gave you all a very nice coating
you look so pretty with a touch of white on your branches
and once again the skiers go whooping down my tempting surface

1 comment:

  1. hello, i love the surprise when that happens.... i can imagine the talk of all of natures characters chatting abt the cold and the unexpected... sirocco