January's Snowy Imprints

The fresh fallen snow brightens
up the dark grey vista of morning
heavy branches bow in quietness

transformation on a January day
from the bitter cold bareness
to winters warm robe of white

beyond the trees a small band of deer
wandering across the pristine landscape
precision and grace in their movement

leaving tracks connected in the journey
nibbling on emerald green arborvitaes
the only sound is the whisper of the wind

I watch in stillness from the warmth inside
dreaming of making my own imprints
on that wondrous canvas of white

putting on my coat, hat, gloves and boots
venturing outside I lay under blue sky
and make snow angels just for today….

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