Just now returning
opening my door..
warming and retiring
a winter fireplace..

After a time on
a deserted trail..
watching other woods
fill with snow..

Large flakes floating
and sticking..
unique pattern each
building white depth..

Fleeting they live
only this moment..
isolate one flake
now joins whole..

New white body
defies imagination
only my footprints
set order now..

The village owner
I hope he reflects..
in such chaos
his negligible role..

This lacy flake
which made entrance
now unseen as
circle and center..

I then joined
that village owner
we're both ready
miles to go...