Grün Magazine

Deep into the coming spring

The snow still falls on thee

Her captivating streaks of white

Whirl by for all to see

 

The skies, they open, blue and gray

To martyr near and far

The flakes that fall in tranquility

With resemblance to our stars

 

And the flowers that bloom against this wind

Still burst through this frost

But my admiration for the flurry

Is still not one I’ve lost

 

So I’ll journey beyond the equinox

As snow falls and melts to rain

And appreciate these last falls of white

In case we never see them again