Snowflakes in spring are the strangest of things.
Are they confused just a little or refuse to grow up?
Lost or abandoned, or none of the above?
Snowflakes in spring simply drop for a visit,
to say, “Enjoy the sun. She’s quite exquisite.
And in July and August, you’ll think of today
and long to remember-the snowflakes in spring.”
What about heat in December?