And then there was snow

I could hear the tiny bulbs cry from down the street
Snow had fallen on our newely sprouted spring.
Not for long I tell myself and others,
Some want to throttle me,
But relent because I am cute.
Springtime in Alberta

Spring approaches shyly
Floral scents permiating my soul
Geese flocking South
Fresh bulbs of spring
Bursting bravely into flower
Awaken Me renewed from
Winters long sleep