Patterns In The Snow

Overnight the flakes had descended, and left a carpet of pure white, A fox awakened from his sleep, patrolled the frosty night, The silent frozen world had now, become a canvas, new, For patterns to be created, by the feet of creatures, who Had ventured out to sample this delightful snowy land, Fashioned by an invisible Master, with his gifted hand. His paints so subtle, had with skill, produced true moonlight hues, Such lovely shades of brilliant white, soft yellows and deep blues, An eerie earth, a changed and strange vast open wide expanse, Where, up above, each dainty snowflake, had started its downward dance And settled, on the serene landscape, clothed, in its simple dress, Where we imprint our patterns too, across a snowbound wilderness. © Ernestine Northover