And we have snow, too, today but maple sugar candy nice and fresh/soft this time of year is a treat I allow myself so infrequently. No forsythia yet, but I keep waiting. Somehow it is such a short season.
So about your poem which is implied above I like it because it makes me happy to think that spring is coming. Albeit very slowly and for so little time here compared to my childhood days on Long Island NY where spring was pretty much perfection.