Beautiful, Horrible Snow

Hope of spring and the absence of cold
Is shivering delightedly in my soul
Behind are days chilled and bold
And sunshine licks my hair

When suddenly - evilly - down there falls
A lacy feather from the incoming clouds
I realize the doom and towards heaven calls
For it to be winter no more, dang it!

Each tree is frosted, and everything blends
Into the insipid whitewashed collage
And thus in such fashion spring awkwardly ends
As if millions of swans have molted on the world