NaPoWriMo – Poem #6

warm breath
of
Spring

wraps
my skin
in a
blanket
of
promise

but
cold winds
whisk it              away

April rains
cool
and
harden

droplets
crystallizing
into slivers
of ice-glass
shards

sharp
and
stinging
against
flushed skin

becoming
snow                 flakes
heavy
and full

frigid hand
of
Winter

clawing
claiming
grasping

once more
before

giving way
to sleep

This poem is an attempt to follow the NaPoWriMo prompt for Day #6 – stretching our comfort zones with line breaks.