Snow Day in April

White fog windows, sequestered away-

            What surprise I felt in my morning daze,

Pale light illuminates from all around;

            And there’s tranquility in the resting town,

The dead winter rotting trees,

            Have opened up to the cool spring breeze-

And gorgeous flowers sway away,

            But oh! – How strange is this April day?

Flowers have come in past few weeks,

            Confusion fills the small town streets-

The wind shifts about, bitter and cold;

            The aesthetic brilliance is rare as gold,

Flowing and calm are the sights that I see,

            But there’s something strange, tree after tree-

Clouds fade into the sky’s ocean of gray,

            And my! - How odd is this April day?

White blanket, yellows, reds, blues, and greens,

            Tranquility permeates, a setting most often unseen-

The April sun hides behind frosty clouds,

            Young lovers caught helplessly in the snowy shroud;

Snow balls fly and snow angles lay about,

            Children sing and dance, and throughout the town shout-

An April day like this will never happen again they say,

            But my! How sweet was this April day!