Bare limbs cross blue skies. Snow dissolving into myth. New growth is revealed.
Snow melting away. Crows call to Persephone. Watching and waiting.
Long shadows falling. Snow and ivy cling tightly. Illuminated.
Still frozen playground. Preserved and untouched by snow. Quiet and empty.
Tiny sparrows sing, from under blanket of snow. Spring is coming soon.
Winters bitter cold. Wind blows trees bare as flag soars. Searching for balance.
As wind and rain dance, The sky is grey and silent. As rain stops birds sing.
Branches reaching up, As the snow preserves footprints. Crows break the silence.
Flurries waltz and whirl. Naked limbs grasp eagerly. The heavens turn white.
The rising tide 