I left my footprints in the snow.

I knew when I first saw the snow fall

that prints could be left by any and all.

I checked through the window to see in the drifts

there were three toed bird prints and cat paws there,

holes made from icicle drops in the snow’s tear.

When I finally made it out with boots on my feet

I didn’t waste time in my jumps and my leaps.

Looking behind to see what I had left to show,

I left my footprints in the snow.