New England Spring

The snow may be falling, yet still I hear spring calling,
and I wonder as those flakes softly float to the ground,
will the promise of my gardens become a reality.
Buds, poking up just days ago, Daffodils brave and bright,
and purple Crocuses now hidden from my view.
My hopes to plant Pansies, now delayed
as I long to see their happy petaled faces.
Spring is here, in pure New England garb,
sporting the promise of blossoms someday soon.
So I smile, even as the white flakes continue to quietly descend
knowing in my heart that this too shall pass and end!