The breeze still draws chills from my body
as I walk, head down along the field.
I want to see the signs of winter awaken.
giving in-flowers, every tiny flowers!
Some are tiny bluets, sprinked among the
dead grasses, rushing to grow before the grasses.
There are stalks of white blossoms, so tiny
I must look close to examine them.
I remember how the seed pods burst open
when they flowers have done their duty.
I see the sign of periwinkles along
the cracked brick wall beside the road.