In spring flowers are to bloom,
buds to burst with life,
sun to warm ground
awakening that which slumbers.
Here snow aligns itself along
reaching limbs, arcing to ground
in acceptance of something that
cannot be controlled, bending in
accommodation, knowing softness
is cardinal and warmth retraces
I pause for season to shift, for
sun or snow to answer. I bow
to you, and rest avowed
A spring snow and Beltane in our lovely and mischievious Colorado is my prompt today.