Silent snow flakes dance. Inducing meditation, we all sit in awe.
Watching and waiting and getting ready again. Winter marches on.
In the freezing mist, little robins find their worms, and sing of their find.
The ivy still clings As long shadows fill with light then darken again
No footsteps are seen The Snow is a blank canvas Beginning again
A new agenda plans and goals and strategies as sledders trudge by
Footsteps on the snow Does the earth remember us?, longer than we do
Rumors fall like snow Seeded with dust in dark clouds Spread in a cold squall
Quietly snow falls As color washes away and snow flurries dance