Memories Of Snow

The snowfall that fell in the night

left footprints by my door,

across the porch and through the shrubs.
They snaked around the bird feeder

like a fox and goose game

you know....the one children no longer play. 

Some see this as proof and tabulate gains,

justified in their belief that all stays the same.

But whether man or beast, the intrusion

is plain, how close these things creep

up in the night.  

Did they look in my window

like the cat on the sill? 

Sniff under the shrubbery for grass green there still?

For snow doesn't stay here anymore.

As the drip in the eaves to the bird on a branch,

footprints dissolve like a good man’s intent.

The snow never lasts anymore.

Oh! Tiger burning bright

trapped outside your pleasant home

learn new ways or lose the game.

What good were you anyway?

For Poets United, Climate Change Motif