Dances past the door
Dressed for the weather
Shares the folk lore
Out on the meadow
Across the creek
Playful and silly
Games of hide ‘n seek
Bashful and wordless
Flows ‘cross the sky
Relentless in greeting
Terminal by and by
Friend with the clouds
Enemy to the road
Harsh in reality
Like a seatless commode
Welcomed by some
Hated by more
Drifting, not lucid
Sassy wintery whore
Teasing and touching
Tickling the nose
A sticky embrace
Its wrath it bestows
Dancing to the end
With the welcoming spring
Snowy winter retreats
Summer’s in full swing