Spring Snow
The spring snow falls
On vast Minnesota.
It falls on thousand lakes,
It hangs on tree branches,
It spreads over roofs,
And slides down hillsides.
It touches the faces of young and old,
With surprise and delight.
The spring snow is soft and gentle,
Like a fairy dancing in the air.
So quiet and mild is its nature.
It is the snow that clears the gloomy sky,
And sprinkles the dusty land.
It decorates trees with bridal gowns,
Waving like gauze and
Floating like white clouds.
This is the spring snow
That Minnesotans cherish.
It brings no ice and cold,
But patience and encouragement.
It kisses on the cheek of a restless boy,
As if saying: No hurry. Just one more shower;
It cheers up a pensive girl, whispering
A promise of spring and Mayflowers.
The spring snow has disappeared.
It has melted into the awakening fields,
It has flown into the streams and rivers.
Yet, its transient stay lightens up so many hearts,
And its smile remains forever in the people’s minds.
You never know, until you see it dances off,
If winter is really gone, or more important,
If spring has eventually come.
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