Leftover Snow

A few tenacious mounds of snow
Will not let their existence go.
They cling to life, despite the warnings;
They won’t last too many mornings.

Tinged with blackened soot, they seem
To not project much self-esteem;
And as the temperatures do rise
They dwindle, both in scope and size.

Their stubbornness must be admired.
In this world, it’s what’s required
To survive when Nature’s notions
Wipe us out, despite devotions.

Very soon those mounds will melt
From the blow the weather’s dealt.
If they could, I’m sure they’d dread it;
Still, I give those suckers credit!