Alas, The Grass Has Disappeared...or The World Is White

Yesterday's dreamland...

...is today's reality check wonderland 😁
it's Canada and it's March!

The world is white where yesterday we soaked in gold puddles of sun

And reveled in delight as we began to dream of days to come

Before, while we were fast asleep a downy sky-wide blanket stole

Each whimsy-tickled Fantasy, tucked beneath winter’s ling'ring toll

The world is white where we caught sight of dandelions and jonquils

As we with half-shut eyes espied their golden storm upon yon hills

Now circumstantial evidence swaddles the fence, the woods and pond

Picnic baskets forsook by brooks that sparkle through the great beyond

The world is white and bids us fight the good fight we cannot ignore

Star-eyed reprieve of make-believe must face cold knee-deep facts once more

The garden stoked with dream-plants poked perfectly into earthy silk

Evaporates on plates of fresh baked happiness with tea or milk

The world is white, a sorry sight for we imbibed with heady thoughts

Of arbors wisteria-draped or over-flowing flower-pots

Alas, the grass has disappeared beneath an over-flow of stars

That fell from Old Man Winter’s beard to steal reluctant summer-hearts

© Janet Martin

It's true; this summer-heart is easily seduced by undeniable beauty

Even if it's white!

 Who can hate a world where every austere outline is stenciled in freshly-fallen snow?!