A Snow Shower in April

Yellow forsythia blooms in my back yard,

the April rains have greened the lawn

calling forth buds on sleeping trees

yet winter lingers, not quite ready to cede defeat.

Soft snow falls gently outside my window

and clings to the budding cherry tree

the contrast is striking,  deep pink against crisp white.

It’s not something I have not witnessed before

but somehow, it feels different this year;

the gray skies have lingered far too long

but in the pristine purity of a Spring snow shower

I feel cleansed, renewed, nourished.
I am reminded that life continues

and I feel something akin to hope again

© Ginny Brannan 2020