January came
wrapped in snow
crunching, then still
and cold to the tip of my nose
Bundled in wool
puffs of foggy breath
deep sighs for the purity of the day
and a heart beating with depth
Curiosity rings like a bell
upon the tracks laid out before me
what small creature went out
to that stark evergreen?
The only clues in the quiet
giving little if anything away
the adventure awaits those
who seek to find the day.
-Les'Nspired
