Tuesday, December 27, 2005

FOOTPRINTS



A poem to finish off the Holiday:

FOOTPRINTS

Tiny footprints
Snow-covered world, early morning
scratches in the white, mark little chickadee steps
at the holy time when the world sleeps and life is but a whisper
while birds scurry.
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