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.
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Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2022
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