April Fools Dusting

Thank you to Two Writing Teachers

for hosting the Tuesday Slice of Life

Slice 1

One of my favorite poems is this one:

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Nature’s first green is gold, 
Her hardest hue to hold. 
Her early leaf’s a flower; 
But only so an hour. 
Then leaf subsides to leaf. 
So Eden sank to grief, 
So dawn goes down to day. 
Nothing gold can stay. 

The poem ran through my mind as I looked out the window to see the yard around us coated with a blanket of fresh snow.  It looked as though someone had shaken powdered sugar from a giant sifter and covered everything with just the perfect amount of sweetness.  So I wanted to copy-change the words to one of my favs in honor of National Poetry Month.

Not Wanting White to Stay

Mother Nature’s April Fool is white?

She did this just for spite!

Her late evening sprinkle, a joke-

Giving the side-ribbing poke!

Then trees shake off, no leaf...

And torture of snow scene brief.

As the sun comes out to play-

white sprinkle melts...away!