Today’s weather makes it possible for me to post this poem from a few years past because it looks forward to spring.
Runoff
Last snowcover
outside my window,
once mounded smooth
as new-spun meringue
and clean as a carton
of unscooped ice cream,
now grainy and brittle
and friable beneath my feet.
It’s melting, melting.
The water flows across
still-hard ground,
and escapes into city sewers,
but in my mind,
I hear the rush of rivers
splashing, foaming,
racing me toward springdom.
Ruth Hull Chatlien 
Well done. I love nature poems. Thanks Ruth! -S
Thanks, Susan.
Nice Ruth. We’re experiencing the same thing here except the melt is so sudden we’ve got some flooding. But anything’s better than all that snow!
I agree! Hope the flooding doesn’t affect you.
We had a pretty hot day today–but it’s supposed to snow again on Wednesday. Still, we’ll be out of it soon! Lovely poem. Hope springdom is truly here soon.
Thanks. Me too.