Even if it didn't last
turning too soon to rain
the snow that we woke up to
is still falling gently falling
somewhere in the backyard
of my mind

The soft wet flakes that settled
in the clover by the path
and turned the crisscross maple twigs
to delicate white lace
have abdicated to the rain
vanished without a trace
but still the whiteness lingers
in the garden of my mind

The cat and dogs are fed and stretched
out in their favorite spots
and I'm ensconced in my warm study
thinking winter thoughts
remembering the falling snow
a blessing from on high
even if it turned too soon to rain