April Snow

By Betty Jo Davis

When I awoke this morning,

I had a fine surprise.

A cold and newly-whitened earth

Stretched out before my eyes.

The trees looked soft and cottony,

The lawns had lost their green,

And shivery spring birds wondered

At the sudden change of scene.

And where each golden daffodil

Had tossed its pretty head

Now only crystal snowdrops

Stood in my garden bed.