Spring Storm

Outside my window deer tromp in the heavy falling snow.
Several dance sideways, a stiff legged bounce and hop.
Young prancers in time with Spring's passion romp.
Waving tail, flag held high, they play in the soft wet flow.

Over the rail fence they leap so easy,
Stamp feet, shaking off a melting cape of white.
My picnic table spread with a heap of apples and corn.
This is April's bounty, the joy of sharing life's horn of plenty.