After the Frost

Morning dew lie on grass blades and I’m

stricken for words, they seldom come these days

I am alone on a summer day, fuzzy spider

crawling next to me “I used to fear you,” I

whisper. We rest awhile.

A winter without frost surely bears a

desolate spring, this winter was freezing, I

couldn’t feel a thing.

Fingers and toes numb and not a single

song to be sung.

The frost taught me to be grateful for the

warmth I grow in now, to bask in the sun.

I’m grateful now, I feel like I won.