Springers snuffling tracks through
the flawless snowy coating.
Lapping bracing slurps
onto lolling tongues.
Millions of receptors firing
to unravel this conundrum.
Plummeting flakes plugging
all trace of their passing.
Secret spider traps picked
out in swaying filigree.
Branches stacking snowball
scoops for excited children.
Moss covered rocks crowned
in silver like aging men
slouching around
yet another graveside.
Biting easterly brushes
aside Covid concerns
Reminding me that
nature is on my side.
The Scribbler Griffin 