white rats on the way

 white rats on the way

 

. . . every time when a blizzard reaches our serene corner of the world when the snow climbs high around the house, and the cold brings the firs to sing this wild thing in my DNA, awakes 

 

don’t speak too soon

of giving up—

Winter rose

veredit©isabella.kramer21

first published in failed-haiku Issue 73 winter 

.