The ghost of winter,
a puff of breath
whisking swirls of snow
off the branches and into the air
suspended
a last gasp of cold crystals
the pine boughs flash frozen for a moment
and then it’s gone,
green grass poking through the raised mounds of snow
pushed upwards
by the fledgling growth of spring
a delicate dance
threatening
but gone in the blink of an eye
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Chopping Potatoes 
A very nice piece of prose; you have given it poetic justice.
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Pretty. . . at least this dreadful weather brought something nice to life, even as it has killed all my springy plants. xoxo! Hope you are doing well!
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I know! I felt so badly for all those nascent blooms encased in ice!
I’m well. Hope you are as well ❤
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