its silky pink petals adorned with white
in a snowstorm deep into March.
It's winter's defiant last stand
such transient weather
but my brow stings with the cold
as a magpie disturbs a tree's branches
causing a miniature blizzard.
There's something magical about the day
how strange to view blossom mix with snow
as children throw snowballs with excited voices
and motorists wipe snow from windscreens
but soon the streets will return back to grey,
i'lll stare with wonder...until it melts away.