Sometimes when you’re all ready for Spring,
Daffodils and tulips ready to bring—
Suddenly clouds move down from the North,
Winter returns with incredible force.
Blizzard comes with howling wind,
Two feet of snow makes all the trees bend,
Then ice to make the shoveling hard,
Only drifts visible throughout the yard.
Again and again, life changes direction.
Even prayer fails in attempting correction.
So trapped inside with intense spring fever,
Remain in the lodge along with the beaver.