The snow which gathers outside this morn

Is scurrying along on breezes which borne

Huge, soft flakes to the ground in pools

Which then disintegrate upon hitting all



The pavement, grass, leaves and twigs

And we realize there will not be scads

Of build-up - for it is, after all, spring

And we have left behind the dearth within



A season which brought us very little in

The way of winters past which we've seen

Which caused us so much bother and chagrin

Some of us moved to much warmer spots to win



Tropical sunshine throughout day and night

Although this provides much in good light

There are other things against this sight

Things which provide fullness and might



And keep us stranded in weather so foul

For much of our stance is provided now

By foundations - which serve us too well

And keep us teetering on the edge of hell



For a winter which comes at the right time

And then leaves at the point we start to climb

Out of burrowed lairs within which we sleep

As we toss and turn so much - we do creep



Along wintry paths which isolate us so

We wonder how can it be we delight in snow

Which falls in blankets so fuzzy and wet

We know the problems - so to solve them yet



Is simplified by experience of the past

For we have been through it all and last

Because each new scenario becomes old fast

And this creates security - and so we must



Stay within the boundaries we've established

And so we do, for no matter what comes next

Our experience of ages gone is not forgot

As we relax in the place where WE ARE hot.



- Tristram