These criss-cross tracks seen from o’erhead
The only sign our eyes have read
Some lonely truck half-cased in snow,
No telltale signs that we should know
How drivers found their safe escape
In this abandoned stark snowscape !
The storm continues wild and wet
How long before the wind will let
The drifts abate and settle down
So we may trudge on solid ground ?
I love the snow its smell and feel
Reminding us of all that’s real
One more facet of God’s great love
That shadows us from up above !
Claire V. Bogdanos 