soil, camouflaged by whiskers
frozen for prosperity, reappearing slowly
gravy droplets on the brilliant white table cloth
spring commences its performance
bringing colour to winters bland blanc
snow holding its grip
against the satisfying sun filled days
the late skiers on the piste one last time this season
fresh powder of weeks past, now a shimmer
scratchy ice, translucent to what lies beneath
like the season, the results are in their prepared state of transition
spring towards summer.
