heatherbee

The First Bloom

 

 

A blanket of crisp white snow lays across my lawn.

A cool steam of breath leaves me in  the chill.

I can hear the crunch underfoot as I walk on the blackness of ice.

I hug my body close to keep myself warm a scarf wrapped tightly to hold in the heat.

I wait for the first bloom of spring too appear for that first snowdrop.