Her paws sink into the soft blanket.
Like a spring they thrust her torso
into the air thick with white flakes
shaken from the green of spruce branches.
Her glee thrills me.
He stands still in his silvered black coat,
his eyes and ears rimmed in white.
I hear what he hears, muted rustle of a squirrel.
I see what he sees,
the white sheet
winding around us
burying our tracks,
wrapping us in sleep.
Becky Mueller is a former English teacher whose native gardens, study of horticulture, and poetry are expressions of her love for the natural world. Her work has been published in local community and arts publications.
What a lovely, vivid expression of nature’s joy! I’ve had a similar experience and you’ve captured it perfectly! Thank you!
This is indeed lovely. You’ve captured so poignantly her buoyant, unabashed delight and his guarded, watchful vigilance. I too am invited in.