The First Bloom

heatherbee

 

 

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.

 

 

  • Author: HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 27th, 2021 17:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments4

  • Jerry Reynolds

    Late January - spring dreaming.

  • Doggerel Dave

    Now I've started (second time today - you are not alone!!) I may be doing this frequently:
    Delete 'too'
    Substitute 'to'
    This nice little picture you painted helps me cool down after the 33 degree heat I've been experiencing .

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words Heather, I have the first blooms in my garden, I have two daffodils flowering.

    Andy

    • heatherbee

      I have not seen anything in my garden yet but too be fair it's been so cold and icy iv not wanted to risk a walk up my path but I hope I see something there soon.

    • L. B. Mek

      nicely done, well chosen details to highlight and more importantly - left out,
      a wonderfully vivid read



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