A Winter's Day

Sharp crunch of snow boots
Tips of summer grass welcome
the fleeting solstice

10 comments:

Sue said...

I do love seeing the tips of the grass in the snow, it always reassures me that summer is lurking somewhere down there!

spacedlaw said...

Snow is just a blanket, hiding summer away from view for a while.

Deborah Godin said...

Very expressive of that fleeting moment!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Ah! I can hear the crunching!

SandyCarlson said...

Winter is always an interesting coalescence of seasons. All are apparent at once. It's a neat thing. Thanks for this.

Joyce said...

That's about how much snow we usually receive, though this year we have a bit more!

Pam said...

In some places the snow is so fleeting. Here is Alabama, we are waiting for a glimpse of a flake. No white Christmas for us. Thank you for sharing this poem.

Tumblewords: said...

Love this! You are so clever with words...

Beth P. said...

isn't the fleeting nature of solstice interesting? takes so long on either side of both of them...but the instance is remarkable.

Thanks for the poignancy of these lines!

qualcosa di bello said...

green shoots of hope amid winter's hold on nature...wonderful!