~ Pear Blossom Snowstorm ~

Although it's Spring,
There is still snow
Of a softer sort.

Not cold, or wet,
But still white amidst the bright
Golden-green of curling leaves.

There is a thawing within me,
And I am somehow
Made smoother, softer;

Loosed, like the blown petals
Of a sudden pear-blossom snowstorm,
Prompted by an impish March wind.

~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007