Snow retreats up mountain walls
pulled on a timed tether
Grasses and brush spring back
to vertical
shiver in numinous light
I smell spring long before color
flushes tree and ground
Tentative breaths still redolent
with winter’s waning chill
ride over my skin
Whispering a promise of warmth
Inhale gently
gaining green.
from the poetry collection “Snow Globe” by Diane Eagle Kataoka