Morning light licks my face, waking me.
I groan, sit up, disturb the groggy cat,
reach for my threadbare terry robe,
and stand at the patio door beside the bed:
Snowfall!
Sometime during the night it snuck in,
covered the grass, the deck chairs, the empty planter boxes,
the umbrella wrapped and prone for the winter:
a set of animal tracks
winds through the yard,
stops just the other side of the window,
toward which I stare, bewildered:
tracks that end here?
just the other side of the glass?
as if something invisible
is just there--
inches away--
watching me,
not watching it...
Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.

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