Snow Retreats While We Wait For More

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

The sun shines warmly. We wait, watching for
a blast of Winter storming up the coast.
Some snow retreats while we prepare for more.
This moss here loves this icy outpost most.

Old melting snow goes drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
Stand listening for whispers of the storm.
Soon, buried deep, we’ll sneak this little sip.
This moss drinks when these crystals change their form.

We’ve seconds left before it freezes tight.
Green goodness grabs some fresh-poured gratitude.
From dripping drops, draw down our last delight.
Smell snowflake weather. Feeling more subdued.

Moss manages just one last happy wave
and bows before that storm we’ll all soon brave.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.