This morning
Your footprints embossed on my walkSlush froze,formed by rubber toes,into ridges that crunchdelightfullywhen I leave for lunch
Last nightyou stopped to talkbefore mercury dropped;
you forgot it will still chill
Pointed to buds on treesbut pressed footprints that freezemelt water matricesinto last year’s leaves
~ Heather Groot
Heather Groot was born […]
