Up above the snow line
where the cold wind blows,
it's rare to see a footprint
In freshly fallen snow.
You might see a deer track,
or some birds in search of seed.
Nobody comes out there,
unless they need to feed.
The snow hangs on the tree limbs
and it muffles all the sound
of the freshly fallen snow
covering the ground.
But sometimes late at night
when the temperature falls low,
you hear a tree limb crack and fall
softly in the snow.
Photo by Walter Francis Whitmere
Poem by Robert William's
January 24th, 2023
it's rare to see a footprint
In freshly fallen snow.
You might see a deer track,
or some birds in search of seed.
Nobody comes out there,
unless they need to feed.
The snow hangs on the tree limbs
and it muffles all the sound
of the freshly fallen snow
covering the ground.
But sometimes late at night
when the temperature falls low,
you hear a tree limb crack and fall
softly in the snow.
Photo by Walter Francis Whitmere
Poem by Robert William's
January 24th, 2023
