The sky like the snow
Sullen and sullied
The latter a victim
Of spring thaw

The collected detritus
Of winter storms
Revealed beneath
Retreating drifts

While the clouds
Speak with the voice
Of ill wind and
Malcontent climate

But the lake
Ahhhh
The lake sparkles blue
And even the worrying breeze
Does little but kindle its glimmer

A beautiful scene
After the ranger’s warning
There would be naught
But the clouds to see