Down, down it falls like halted time
upon the ground it lays sublime
The frost blanket downy new
It's face unblemished, restored, renewed.
I like this time in early wee
the sun not up, nor sleepers wake.
Upon this earthy cover trod
I make my mark where others not.
It is the first new marks of day
the ones that make the others stay
and realized that upon this path
One with warmth passed quickly by.
The crunch upon this fallen sod,
my feet make moved in rhythm broad
I am the one to mark this path
To make my way, to leave a trod.
Onto the morning's chilly air
my steps, my breath makes circling air.
I love this time, I'm all alone
like queen of earth and sky my tome.
I'm one to step, I'm one to share
with creature many yet hidden there.
It's morning in the wilderness,
I tarry not lest cold distress.
- Trish 2012