I wondered what was next

I think it is human to want to make broad sweeping statements, to lead massive systemic change. I am human (there, I've admitted it!). Teeny tiny steps. One thing at a time. Noticing tracks in the snow. Making my own tracks.

I wondered what was next.

I guess this is.

Teeny tiny steps.

Animal tracks

In the snow

Leading to the garage.

They end there.

Did the creature

Crawl under the door

Or skirt to the side

Leaving no prints

To continue the story.

It may have gone either way.

The tracks

Tell only part,

Leave the rest

To the imagination.

I wondered what was next

There is always a next.

I guess this is.

Where will I leave tracks

In the snow;

Where will.

I leave them guessing.

Teeny tiny steps

Snow says

I sit and contemplate the burning bush through the front window.  It is positioned between the Christmas tree, slated to be re-boxed on Saturday, and the nativity scene which will also be stored away.  But now... it's almost as if I had planned the way the snow is suspended on the burning bush.

The snow stays suspended

Between the branches

Of the burning bush.

It is warmer today.

Slightly warmer.

Still

The snow has parked itself

On the lowest branches

Because I can

Snow says

My turn

Snow says

To inhabit the bush.

Something has to keep it warm

Snow says

Warmth is found

In many forms.

With enough imagination

Sometimes even

In me.