April Snow

Author’s Own

Snow is still falling

Blanketing emerging shoots

Dusting white onto branches

Extinguishing buds before they’re able

To greet the sun

I want to grab

A giant broom

Sweep it all away

Vacuum up the cold

Wipe away the clouds

Let in the warmth

That makes life possible

Allows growth and newness

But I can’t

It’s not in my control

I don’t handle the levers

And so I must let go

Surrender

Accepting that even when

Conditions aren’t what I want

Everything is as it’s meant to be

And know

The sun will rise

The snow will melt

The forest will be lush

Once again

One day soon

Just not today