Spring snow falls on the vast fields. It covers ten thousand lakes it hangs on tree branches it spreads over roofs and slides down hillsides; it touches the faces of the young and old with surprise and delight.
Spring snow is soft and gentle like a fairy dancing in the air. So quiet and mild is its nature. It is the snow that clears the gloomy sky and sprinkles the dusty land; it decorates trees with bridal gowns waving like gauze and floating like white clouds.
This is Spring snow that Minnesotans cherish. It brings neither ice nor cold but patience and encouragement. It kisses on the cheek of a restless boy as if saying: no hurry just one more shower; it cheers up a pensive girl whispering a promise of spring and Mayflowers
Spring snow has disappeared. It has melted into the awakening fields; it has flown into the streams and rivers. Yet its transient stay lightens up so many hearts and its smile remains forever in the people’s minds.You never know until you see it dances off if winter is really gone or more important if spring has eventually come.