I marvel at the snow mark designs, as I tromp my wooded landscape.
Hoof prints precisely etched, step-by-step, deep in drifts. A pattern of an elegant waltz scattered on forest hill. Talons too mingle like confetti in powdered earth. I wonder, did they dance a Irish Jig in the middle of winter’s moonlit night? Rabbit paws join the collage of artistry. Soft pose, graceful pirouettes, and tender plié of prints; long leaps of a ballet routine is that what I missed as I slept through arctic night?
Did they worship? Did they pray? Did they fellowship. Or did they bath in thankfulness beneath the Light which lit their path? Giant pines fenced in the event, banks of snow make still the bustle, and an open heaven of moonlight tumbled from the heavens. A flurry of activity occurred here last evening and in the morning light I can only dream.
Simple earth creatures
in midnight memories praise…
against pale, powdered snow.
Fuyu No Tsuki–Winter Moon–dVerse Haibun Monday at dVerse. What marks your snow?