The sky grew dark this April morn,
by Pene Burkey
The north wind blew his snowy scorn.
Suddenly all was dressed in white,
Spring turned to Winter by his smite.
Dark clouds passed and the sun shone through,
The snow was gone and Spring renewed.
Old man Winter tried one last hour....
But new maiden Spring would not cower! !
Copyright ©2006 Pene Burkey