April Snow

April snow comes to end the party
just when things were starting to swing
the sound of hopeful laughter and music playing an affront to old man winter
over the wall glasses clink and happy chatter spill into his dark quiet
no, not yet. the time has not come for
bed-company, sweet drinks, skin against the earth
and so his jealousy comes to blanket the colorful party dresses in white
one more day of cold sleep before he embraces his own Spring