April 30th, New York City

The daffodils, defeated by the rain,

Can barely hold their heads up,

Stems soaked and heavy, but

With no sun and all this cold,

Scrunching down may well be preferrable

© Tamara Beck

If there were a god

If there were a god, he would have made

The rains to fall overnight, while farmers slept,

Gentle drops that would not ruffle the plantings,

The snow would blanket the ground in the wee hours,

Beauty that is not treacherous for walking or riding,

But still lets our children experience the awe of  gliding
down hills,

The amazing rush of sledding in the mild cool winds