Winter Garden

Gloved hands and packets of seed in my pockets.
Outside, checking my spring plot,
breath forms thoughts that await planting.
Green grass crunches underfoot.

Below-zero Fahrenheit makes Celsius sound tropical.
Clouds erase the sky and freeze in full bloom
in winter’s white garden.
Petals fall.

 
 

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