March Snowstorm

by Lucy M. Young

All winter long we wished for snow,
  We children of the North;
Hopefully we scanned the skies,
  Perused the weather report.
The weather men predicted snow,
  But rain was what we got -
Dismal, dreary, icy rain,
  Our wishes were for naught.

Now it is March, the winter's gone,
  Spring flowers bloom everywhere;
And what is this I see without?
  Gay snowflakes fill the air!
The brown, bare ground has disappeared
  Beneath a soft, white spread;
The trees are dressed in fluffy lace,
  White icing decks my homestead.

I thank the Lord with all my heart
  For sending this late snowstorm
To hide the bleak, bare countryside,
  The brown earth to transform.
'Twill not last long, the sun will shine,
  The flowers will reappear;
The robins' songs will fill the air
  To tell us Spring is here.