Go ahead. Bring your snow.
Nothing you can do will stop her now.
The tilt is in and Springtime will unfold
regardless of your spurts of wintry weather.
She knows your moods and tolerates them
with a knowing smile. The maple’s buds
are bursting now, and a robin sings his
mating song from its highest branches.
So snow if you must. Soon enough
we’ll be barefoot on Spring’s green lawns
dancing to the whistling of the peepers.