So, it's Easter morning and I awake to... coloured eggs, you might think? No... How 'bout pretty daffodils & pansies? No, not that either... Well, let's just say it was not what I was expecting.
Easter occurs during spring in the northern hemisphere. Spring. A time for birth and renewal. A time for baby chicks and bunnies (not to mention kitties) and flowers. Primroses & daffodils & tulips & pansies with maybe a few other pretty blossoms thrown in for good measure. Those are the kinds of things I was expecting this Easter morning.
What was it to which I awoke? SNOW! Can you believe it? I certainly didn't. I had to look twice! The weatherman on the television did mention the possibility of the white stuff but I figured that he was just nuts or something. Snow in April? Snow on Easter Sunday? The Easter Bunny doesn't have a sleigh! He's not prepared for the white stuff! How's he supposed to hop around in ten to fifteen centimetres - yes, that is what arrived - of snow? What is the meaning of this???
Well, we were all taken aback by the arrival of the white stuff. I know we live in Canada and all but hey... it's not like we live at the North Pole or anything. It's not like Santa Claus is our next door neighbour! He doesn't even live in my neighbourhood.
Seville was so shaken by the whole snow thing that he wrote a poem about it. It's funny from where we writers derive our inspirations, isn't it. You remember my brother Seville, don't you? He's quite the little poet. Actually... he's quite a big poet weighing in around fifteen pounds or so. Maybe a couple more... Anyway, here it is... He calls it, "It Snowed."
There was white stuff here.
There was white stuff there.
There was white stuff pretty much everywhere.
Even though it was Easter,
Even though it was April,
well the sky just opened up and it dumped a big old load
and it snowed.
So what do you think? It's only the second poem Seville has ever written, in his whole life, but he's really very good at this stuff. Don't you agree?