Snowshoe Sunrise

Slow motion explosion, sunrise, seeping

Red into the deep blue of pre-dawn sky.

Walk to the end of the platform, seeking

Snow: there it is, and there, deeply, it lies.

I strap on snowshoes, wade into powdered

Sugar ankle deep, its surface inscribed

By whim of the changing wind, a circle

Partial, by a dry and wind-blown weed described.

Light spreads wide, across the sky expands

Headlong into the swift oncoming day.

Tiny tracks reveal small adventures, chanced

In the night some risky rodent forays.

Little critters betting against the owl -

A lack of visible blood shows they won

Their bets this time, although when next howl

The coyotes, they might make a snack for one.

So I muse, my fare no better as I

Leave my tracks in the snow. Perhaps something

Sees my tiny wandering, gapes at my

Cutting softly the blank surface of being

And as I go, considers my ending.

On the other hand

Perhaps nobody imagines me

Except when reading my poetry.

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AEvans 7 years ago from SomeWhere Out There

I also consider you and your poetry is beautiful along with the pics I didn't realize you were also a photographer too! Merry Christmas! :)

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Tom Rubenoff 7 years ago from United States Author

Thank you, AEvans. And a Happy New Year to you and your family. :0)

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