snow shadows untouched

snow shadows untouched

by sun's fingers, riddled with 

holes, slowly shrinking

Unseasonably warm. Only a few holdout patches of snow, protected from the reach of the sun's fingers by tree trunks, logs, creek bank, but pocked and shrinking. One little splotch looks like a face crying, "Help! I'm melting!" The ice on the creek is also riddled with holes, sinking below a thin layer of melt water, while underneath, the free-flowing current tunnels like a mole through the frangible ice.