It was dreamed of in December as it came with Christmas cheer <br /> It was expected after New Year as Valentines Day drew near <br />But March snow outgrew its welcome and was greeted with a sneer <br /> Now this April snow is spiteful as I'm crying in my beer <br /> <br />So, do not speak to me of (you-know-what) as I may slide into a rage <br /> I have not been warm forever and to Spring I'll turn the page <br />Thermometers have risen as part of Easter's spirit <br /> But the thought that snow yet lingers...I really cannot bear it <br /> <br />What of the blanket on the ground that still appears so white? <br /> There must be an explanation for that awful horrid sight <br />Springtime pussy willow fluff- yes, that has a pleasant ring <br /> Or cottonwood explosions, a common summer happening <br /> <br />Dryer lint- that could be it as neighbors do spring cleaning <br /> Or dandelions maturing early- toward that my mind is leaning <br />Yet, I sense your words are forming...no, I beg you please don't start <br /> If your truthful words take shape they will expose your dark cold heart <br /> <br />Icy fingers grab my mind and I'm suddenly terrified <br /> So I stuff my ears with white stuff to dam up the awful tide <br />I stuff with cottonwood explosions and pussy willow fluff <br /> With lint from neighbors' dryers and early dandelion stuff <br /> <br />And I welcome timely deafness that blocks out the words I fear <br /> But what's this awful numbness creeping through my ears! ? <br />Could it be the very thing that I do not want to hear? <br /> I wish to ignore reality as I wait for Spring to show <br /> <br />In the meantime I implore you, do not speak to me of snow! !<br /><br />Mark Bratlie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-speak-to-me-of-snow/
