It’s the last day of January already, and at the same time, it feels as if half a year has passed in the last week alone. It’s softly snowing outside alternating between light flurries and squally white. A couple of inches have fallen since morning and not much more predicted to adhere. It’s a “nice” snowy day – just enough to feel like a winter postcard and to sweep a path rather than shovel away. Nature’s shawl, rather than a blanket, looks as peaceful as it feels.
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Soft snow clings to the Pine,
its needles purr a gentle white.
Fresh tracks scamper under the fence –
some look hurried, some not.
It’s always a joy to see
an animal’s track of travel
In the snow
picking up a rhythm
if I just close my eyes
and listen.