After the new fallen snow
no footprints mar the perfection
of a field of white or tree laden branches
that bend bearing the weight.
Roof eaves hand glistening icicles
dripping dewdrops as temperatures rise.
The air mists as you breathe in
drawing the cold, crips air of morning
filling your lungs with winter
shining under a cloudless blue sky.
About the Creator
Anita Dotts
During her free time, Anita enjoys writing stories for her grandchildren as well as kayaking, swimming, and golfing. She lives in Harrison Hot Springs, British Columbia, with her spouse. She enjoys writing poetry.
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