It is early morning first of Feb
I scramble out of my warm bed
Keen the calendar to turn
A new month – lots more things to learn.
It's rather quiet – I peek outside
The road is decked out like a bride
In pristine white as heavy snow
Imparts to my small street a glow.
The eerie street lamps overhead
Light up one person's silent tread
One set of footprints mar the scene
What an early bird that must have been!
Snug inside, I make some tea
And marvel at the scene I see
Winter brings us many woes
All forgotten when it snows!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015