Across shallows and brooks
the snow falls driftlessly down
laying thickly over pines and rooftops in town.
Winter softens into spring
but today her cold gaze
diligently waters the ground, a frozen blanket lays.
A perk for bulbs who will hobble forth
quench the thirst of trees and the new growth
the bitter cold will not wane
Oh, why couldn’t Mother Earth just send rain?