Spring Snow Poem by bob barci

The other day I heard
a rumor on the radio.
Announcer said it happens
every year at this time.
Winter weather
likes to play games with us.
Even if we get none before,
we get it on this day - or close to it.
I don’t recall past years,
but I made a point to be in the lookout this year.
And sure enough,
that announcer was right.
The first day of spring
was covered in a blanket of snow.
I rushed to look out the window that morning
and there was six inches of the stuff
and it was still coming down.
Look at all that snow!
And it’s officially spring to boot!
Where was all this stuff at Christmas?

unfinished