April Snowstorms

I delight in snow in winter when sun is shining and winds are calm, clouds are low and snow falls gently. Then it is a magical frosted world.

An April snowstorm riding on bucking north winds, clouds thickened with a million-billion little ice arrows, is soft, beautiful and threatens danger. 

Like a brilliant smile calling us out to play only to be hit by the driving steely fist of the wind, laughing its way through still barren trees, chasing geese, crows and ducks; rabbits and squirrels to find whatever shelter there may be. 

An April snowstorm feels like an insult, 

to the promise snatched away from us ~

after soft warm days, ice breaking up on lakes, 

animals and birds mating freely.

An April snowstorm ~ a disruption to 

spring flow of gentle breezes and sunshine. 

We grow tired of fleece, toques and gloves, 

snow boots and snow shovels. 

This too shall pass, I’m told.

“Snow in April is abominable,” said Anne. 

“Like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.”

~ L.M.Montgomery