Winter's snows were heavy.
The final storms of February
left the yard barren.
But snow melted into spring.
The first flowers bloomed yesterday,
even as dirty ice stuck to the shadows.
Golden petals, among dead leaves, vibrant
like the sun against a grey sky.
I knelt, smelling the earth.
I sat my baby's floppy figure
in this very spot last year.
Here he saw his first flower.