Springtime snow ❄️

Tumbling down from the highest heavens hungering no reason nor a rationalising rhyme

Yet this scenario is fantastically familiar within the wondrous wintertime

Blowing betwixt blusteriness upon a mountainside ascending climb..

And still snowflakes fall as Spring engulfs the chilly air

Causing confusion amongst calmness that phenomenon that is there

But our British weather is so unpredictable does good old Mother nature really care?

One second the sun can be shining  yet there are dark cumulus clouds everywhere..

Though as I sit on a river rock studying that Spring midseason starry sky

I do not question that snowflake as it caresses me making a teardrop in my eye

Nor should I wonder about Dame Mother Earths changeable climate as our seasons roll on by