This morning

Your footprints embossed on my walk
Slush froze,
formed by rubber toes,
into ridges that crunch
when I leave for lunch
Last night
you stopped to talk
before mercury dropped;
you forgot
it will still chill
Pointed to buds on trees
but pressed footprints that freeze
melt water matrices
into last year’s leaves

~ Heather Groot

Heather Groot was born and raised in Sault Ste-Marie, Ontario. She moved to Guelph, Ontario at the age of 18, in order to study psychology at the University of Guelph. She is currently working as a poet and freelance writer.

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