flakes dashed into play,
a sudden cut in front of Spring.
Spring had no say,
with her queue place overtaken,
watching with everyone,
whilst bags of white specks rained down.
I knew certainly,
as it snowed in March,
as likely a miracle will occur,
for though seldom it does,
but surely it does.
The day it snowed in March,
will the ‘unseeminglies’ occur.