March in Minnesota
It overwhelmed, if for a while
Snow so thick I can’t see across a street
Flakes aswirl, enveloping me as I walk
Suddenly, sunshine, brilliant, blinding,
Squirrel and rabbit prints
Chase each other in the snow
The world comes alive again
Cardinals dart from tree to tree
Serenading me, sending me forth with hope in my day
Hoar frost rimes the trees
Gold finches flit
A psalm of their own making
Sculpted with whiteness, dotted with colors
Children playing as penguins
Making snow mustaches and beards
A splash of melting snow.
Copyright (c) Lydia A. Schultz
Dreaming Poetry 
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March 6, 2009 at 12:26 PM
Jorge Tostada
Reminds me of when I lived in Minnesota (Marshall and Minneapolis) back in the 1970s & early 80s. Springs were lovely, sparkling. I have a lot of fondness for Minnesota, as it’s where I began writing poetry. My wife and I now live in Sapporo, Japan, where winters are also cold (though “cold” is relative; what they call “cold” here would be regarded in Minnesota as “sweater weather”–12 – 36 degrees…but lots of snow). As for Pennsylvania, my eldest son and his family live in Indiana, PA.
I like your poems, too, by the way. I’m also a writer (fiction, poetry), with a website at http://www.geogepolleyauthor.com. (And, yes, “geoge” is a deliberate misspelling, so type it as it is.)
All the best,
Toasty Tostada, aka George Polley