During the quiet of the night
they come from all directions on paw and hoof
to reach the sacred spot and journey beyond.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
During the quiet of the night
they come from all directions on paw and hoof
to reach the sacred spot and journey beyond.
It always tickles me how soon pristine snow gets covered in prints and provides evidence of life – until the next snowfall
Lovely sentiment
I love seeing those tracks in the snow!
Peaceful. Lots of snow last night. Perfect read this morning
All those things we miss in the middle of the night!
Love the picture, love the verse. So perfect for each other.
It does make you wonder where they were going and what they were doing.
Your observations are always right on. I live in a similar climate, in the Adirondacks, and I share your views but not your poetry! Just this morning, I commented on all the deer tracks in the snow.
Bravo!
Magical.
I love to look at tracks in fresh snow, especially if mine are the only human kind I see 🙂
Love this phto and your words. This morning I woke up to newly fallen snow. At the moment I looked out my window a coyote ran past leaving his tracks. I love looking at all the tracks. Some of them I know and some I don’t.
Beautiful and very inventive!
😀 snow dreaming…
The title just struck I had to laugh it is so fitting for the photo.
Funny you should mention a Pilgrimage…Visit my blog to see why…
Your words and your photo are a poem.
I like the photo of footsteps on the snow. 🙂
Thank you for liking ‘Plants, Flowers & Building’ photographs. 🙂
Is there any improvements that need to be made?
How true if not for snow we would never know…
Another great one!
If only I coud draw a line with such rhythm as these in the snow. Sigh.