God's caress

“The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.”
― E.E. Cummings


in the growing light
as blackness turns to blue grey
the snow falls softly
as I wander to the barn
my feet make a crooked path
and I am amazed at how many have
danced before me
in the darkness
deer and quail
turkeys and even a stray fox
have left their mark
and still the snow softly falls
God’s gentle caress