SASKATCHEWAN SPRING MORNING
Dawns another early spring day:
Garden is frozen on stillness’ edge,
Door crackles open as ice strips away,
White lawn, white branches, white hedge.
Warm breath clouds in front of face;
Don’t want footsteps to spoil
Cold freshness filling this tiny place
And perfection painted at night on soil.
Silent snow swirls all around -
Saskatchewan spring in my garden small.
Chill air nips new shoots on the ground,
Hidden behind my hedge and wall.
Beyond the hedge, a thousand miles white,
The prairies awaken from the night.