Snow Muffle

I could hear
and everything
this morning.

Snow, like soft caress
on my cheeks,
neck reaching back,
my eyelids closing to crystalline cool.

The dog sniffs.
base of a tree and circles,

his thick black coat
now patterned. Filigree, seeming
to perch on tips of fur.

Duck wings whistle in a white sky, unseen.

A warm light emits from a front window.
I pause.  Dog sniffs.
A woman, elbow resting on the sofa,
bounces a string again
and again.
The cat pounces.
Coffee in her other hand,
she knows the magic moment.

As do I,
making first footprints
of the morning.

Photograph taken in Winnipeg in 2008.

Photo credit.

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