A March Snow
Let the old snow be covered with the new:
The trampled snow, so soiled, and stained, and sodden.
Let it be hidden wholly from our view
By pure white flakes, all trackless and untrodden.
When Winter dies, low at the sweet Spring's feet
Let him be mantled in a clean, white sheet.
Let the old life be covered by the new:
The old past life so full of sad mistakes,
Let it be wholly hidden from the view
By deeds as white and silent as snow-flakes.
Ere this earth life melts in the eternal Spring
Let the white mantle of repentance fling
Soft drapery about it, fold on fold,
Even as the new snow covers up the old.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The snow banks are still here but the actual snow on the ground where it fell in most places is only a few inches deep. The plowed piles are iced and heavy and it will take rain or some serious sun to melt them away. The days are longer now and when you step outside the sound of the birds is amazing. They know spring is on its way. We picked up a little new snow Sat. night and Sunday morning. That at least covered the mud!
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