Snow Prints

Pure and pristine layers upon layers accumulate on the scene, cold winds blowing, sifting, drifting, serene; the sun rising high with little warm blinding brilliance after the storm the land asleep safe and unharmed; shovels scraping, snow quaking plows earth-shaking snow ready for the taking; but in the yard, nature's warden the soft blanketed snow garden a pure untouched slate well pardoned; where sandy fawns sleep the imprints of large and tiny feet, feathered friends and creatures come out of retreat, squirrel tracks here and there comparable to a snowshoe hare suddenly the world exists without a care and peace returns for the moments marked focus for the times harsh and stark and futures upon which we shall embark, leaving imprints upon the snow soon enough, it's time will go, shoveled to the side and swept away waiting on the end of January days. .