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.
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HeatherBee (Pseudonym) (
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Late January - spring dreaming.
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 .
Good words Heather, I have the first blooms in my garden, I have two daffodils flowering.
Andy
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.
nicely done, well chosen details to highlight and more importantly - left out,
a wonderfully vivid read
Thankyou
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