…of snow there lies
cradled in the crunchy crystals of water
frozen for the moment but waiting for the warmth
sprouts of green,
slightly tattered and torn
slightly battered and born
perhaps too soon
but when those days of warmth
sneak into February and turn the world upside down
one must jump at the chance
and if it’s too early
and they give up their first leaves to the inevitable crown of snow
such valor has not gone unnoticed
as far removed from the natural state
and here
may it remain.
