periwinkle crowns

peek through the melting snow. fog

spreads full like a nesting bird

on a snowy branch, shivering, shivering.

your breath hovers, gray

upon gray, making the purple-headed

blooms brighter still.

I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on entitled Love Letters to My Brother in Prison.