As the slush of snow which softens and falls

From tree limbs where it clings and pools

Into heavy globs of moisture which seems

To have substance as it grips and gleams



And falling mountains of the white stuff

Does blow into windows and doors as it chuffs

And roofs which seemed quite so solid before

This latest outrage of late snow which poured



Down from an angry mid-April Spring sky

Stopped us in our tracks and made us bide

Our time - which had been planned so well

For we had envisoned warmth in our shell



And instead we sense anger in this barrage

As great slushy drifts slam into the garage

And the warmth which gave us such comfort

Is cooled by the wrath we now find we're under



And roofs now do shake and tremble so

From the great weight of the slushy snow

And we tremble with quivers and fear

For tremors do make some shingles soar



And when it's all over, we emerge

From a broken house which stirred

And as we look around to survey

We see there are walls which sway



Still, from the weight of white ice

And we wonder when warmth will fight

These huge layers of stodgy white mess

And give us rest from Winter's jest



Which actually came in after Spring

And now pummels us well as it brings

A return to months in which we evaded

The ire of winter, and thus - were jaded.



- Tristram