Heart of Snow

It's day 15, and I guess you could say we are as close to half-way without going over as we can be.  Join the slicers for the month of March at Two Writing Teachers - see what's up in the lives of lots of dedicated teachers, retirees, parents, students, and even some animals...
And a poem for Heidi Mordhorst's at My Juicy Little Universe: an ending CH word, even though she doesn't have them for the weekend days.  I just can't stop myself.  I apologize.  But it's watCH.

Found this on the shoveled walk to our door.

I just noticed that the shadow at the top of the picture would indicate a heart shaped shadow with that v shape of light.  Dog prints are extra evidence of love here.  No one made this heart, it was just a clump of snow that fell from one of the banks on either side of the walk, probably when the puppy got to close to the edge of the three to 4 foot high banks right there or maybe the 8 foot mound created by the front end loader that scooped out our driveway this winter.  It's going to be a long time melting!  Oh, and the mud.  It's going to be a long time drying.  The spring run off should be spectacular down at the dams.  People gather by the bridges and river edge to watch the raging waters dragging at the riverbank and gouging new routes.
But back to the heart.

Heart of Snow

hearts of snowmen watch

for spring's sun rays to arrive

when all cold hearts melt

Donna JT Smith, 2015