It Snowed Again Today
Seriously, this whole poetry/songwriting thing is starting to worry me. But I think I might turn this into a story of some kind, maybe in a Garrison Keilor sort of vein. It snowed today, here in Kirksville, which was rather odd seeing as how it's been postively warm the past few days. It wasn't a big snow, mind you; I didn't even know it had happened until I went to get some ice cream.
It snowed again today;
Just a little bit,
A dusting of white
Across the new grass.
Spring is coming back,
Vibrant plants and life
Return, greeting the sun
Warming mind and soul.
But winter won't die
So easily; he lets
Out one last breath
Of pale frosted spite
And goes away again.
He'll be back soon,
After spring is dead,
Summer and fall too;
He'll laugh a chill,
Dust the grass again.
It snowed again today;
Just a little bit,
A dusting of white
Across the new grass.
Spring is coming back,
Vibrant plants and life
Return, greeting the sun
Warming mind and soul.
But winter won't die
So easily; he lets
Out one last breath
Of pale frosted spite
And goes away again.
He'll be back soon,
After spring is dead,
Summer and fall too;
He'll laugh a chill,
Dust the grass again.