Sound of snow crunches beneath my feet,

Footprints etched into the white cover,

Marks my path to Spring.

Winter welcomes first signs of robins.

Grass and warmth of sunshine,

A ritual of seasons

A hoarfrost blanket melts under the sun’s warm fingers,

Trees shake off their winter coats.

They giggle as sun rays wash over their limbs.

Winter offers a low bow,

Spring curtsies and shades her eyes,

From the glare of sunshine,

Bouncing off Winter’s bald head.