Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Fresh Snow

December brings thoughts of snow, even here in Southern California. My bedroom at my parent's house was on the second floor, and a flood lamp hung in the eaves just above the window. On a winter night I would fall asleep watching the snow shoot out of the dark into the glare of the light.

Fresh Snow

last night
an endless veil of snow
streamed past my window

today each boot step
marks my path
into the woods

the old signs are gone
the snow erases
the tangled browns and greens

of pine needles and saplings
blended earth colors of
chipmunk and quail

now new traces
one by one
my trail

and a single set
of rabbit tracks
etched across the glade

Copyright © 2011 Francis Kearns