Snowfall

Written about the beginning of a snow while in the woods.

Footfalls slow and easy,

Almost silent.

Pupils narrowed,

searching for movement.

Every whisper sifted for clues,

Senses tight,

ready to snap!

One drops, drifts,

Flutters, and rises.

Then with a whisper,

rests on a fallen leaf.

Two more follow,

Close behind.

The eyes close,

The ears cease to strain,

As the flake symphony takes over.

By: Woody Moore