All Friday the snow two feet deep on the deck beckoned me.

After dark, I opened the garage door and cut the crust of snow. Thrusting it into the yard, I made my way north across the deck.

Drought keeps the grass
asleep too long.
Snowmelt awakens it.

Too warm for gloves or a hat. Water trickles through gutters hidden under snow.

Spring blooms: daffodils
under a bucket
just cresting the snowdrift.

I had no other plans.