It was a frosty morning but we went anyway
In boots and gloves
Along a muddy path with ice in the puddles
Until we reached the woods
Perhaps we had made a mistake
Choosing this day, this early.
All was grey as far as we could see
The snowdrops still curled up and hiding
Under a melding of ice and frost
We walked and talked not knowing
The sun was beyond the grey
Burning it off
Had I known nature better
I might have felt the wood pass melting point.
But the first we knew was a sound like gentle rain
As the ice/frost softened, dissolved, dripped from trees.
Though mist still hung in the air, the light broke through
And tall branches of willow glowed yellow
Against a blue sky beyond.
Released from their frozen duvet
Snowdrops stretched and yawned and stood up straight
We marvelled at the show arranged for us.
There was no mistake
It was the perfect day, the perfect time