farmers' crunching over hillside fields
and lambs shivering as a bitter wind blows,
winter's last breath, or maybe not.
Yet in February it was 20c,
weather different from when I roamed
on Caerphilly mountain as a boy
carefree, throwing snowballs with sheer joy.
Yes, there's something surreal about snow in April:
rather sad for it's doomed to melt
long before snow in winter-time,
reminding me of the transience of life
and that each moment should be grasped.
April is a fickle month
snow creating an alluring scene
but now the land... has transformed back to green.