Oh, dear—what to wear when expecting snow?

The blank skies of March do not help so much.

Dueling sun and clouds produce quite the show;

white jewels will float down to melt at my touch.

I would hate to freeze in the cold outdoors;

perhaps a sweater and coat would do well?

And socks, perhaps, would bring warmth from the floor?

I am rather sad for this freezing spell.

Spring beckoned in its sweetest tones of warm

and summoned robins to come home and sing

of bolts of light and misty drops of storms;

riding on clouds, toward our dead fields they wing.

But just as winter seems to venture back,

I shall wear shorts, praying for spring as I pack.