Saskatchewan Spring Morning

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.