Early morning;
crisp virgin snow.
Tiny tracks
barely pressed
by early birds.
Moments pass;
silence broken
Weary souls
weave their path
past my window.
Little feet follow;
tiny tot boots
follow in steps
slowly melting
as sun rises.
Hurry, scurry;
footfall frenzy.
Morning wonder
torn asunder
by man-made soles.
Evening flurry;
snowflake sprites
paint pavements –
Wash of white
in the moonlight.
Night-time storm;
raindrops hail.
Rivulets form
as teary streams
down window panes.
Daylight’s call;
waters drum
as puddles form,
and early birds
catch their worms.