Hooves

It has been snowing overnight

I've woken late

The night yet lingers

Are there hoof prints in the snow?

Somewhere 

Somewhere

Ashen World

From a distance it nears

Falling in silence 

Quiet breath overpowers

Snow at this time of year

I touch the softness

resting upon the ground

It does not melt

White Ocean

A white ocean

spreading silently 

over the forest

Hoof prints reveal 

The unseen 

visible 

Snowfall

You were asleep
so I left you in bed.
It was colder
than expected
when my feet
touched the tiled
floor. I winced
and put on my
warm slippers.
I shuffled into
the bathroom to
urinate. I washed
my hands and
went into the
kitchen. I placed a
kettle on the stove
and looked out.
Snow was falling.
I watched silently
as the water boiled.
Beyond these
roads and homes,
in places so far
removed
there are men
plotting and scheming.
Their lives and
choices are
so far removed
from the world
I know that they
could be a different
species of human.
The kettle squeals
and I wonder
how many more
snowfalls remain
in my life. How
many quiet mornings
any of us have.

fingers of winter
a chill running through my neck
this land barren white