Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 The White Delight

In early spring, winter still is

Mischievous enough for more snow

To blanket my back yard, gee whiz,

For me such a depressing show.

But temperature did rise enough

That all the snow away should melt.

Why then did my eyes see white stuff?

Some curiosity I felt.

But what I saw were snow drops and

Hyacinth and anemone

And snowbells, all a sight so grand,

Causing quick an uplift in me.

When snow melted, be left delight,

Bed of these blooms all colored white.