I love the dainty imprints in the snow
where your tiny feet have graced the terra firma with your presence
oh, you of lighted wing and feather.
These etchings criss-cross the yard
creating patterns and betraying your every move.
Every landing, every flutter, even the simple caress of tail feather as you turn about
is traced upon the snowy landscape.
They are delicate and graceful impressions reminding me of you.