POETRY
Winter’s Soliloquy
A poem in response to Pomprompt #22: What’s Out Your Window?
A new day
begins without fanfare
muted pastels grace the morning sky;
quietly the curtains
have opened
The soft light
grows incrementally;
as it does, making revelations —
evidence of sojourns
beneath trees
Delighted
always to discover
the tracks left behind by wilderness
creatures, often unseen
and unheard
Their footprints
I recognize, but I
still pause with wonder and amazement
in awe of this setting
around me
Flakes falling
in a steady rhythm
fluttering like a shaken snow globe,
floating down, covering
frozen ground
Resetting
the stage for what today
will transpire — sometimes it’s improvised,
otherwise following
a set script