Footprints
This morning,when I went to feed the horses, there was light dusting of snow on the corral–like a thin layer of powdered sugar, just enough that the sand underneath showed through in precise ovals where the horses stepped. Their egg-shaped prints made dotted trails through the corral, sharp and well-formed.
Sunday, while I was doing some chores outside the house, I noticed vole tracks in some unmelted snow where the new compost pile sits. The voles clearly couldn’t believe their good fortune and the small V-shaped tracks of their feet dragging across the surface of the first winter’s snow showed their enthusiasm for coffee grounds, cabbage leaves, onion skins.
Write something about tracks or traces you’ve found and how they reveal the small and large lives around us.
Post what you write to the comments and I’ll add it to this post.
Tags: fall, horses, negative space, poetry, winter, writing, writing prompt
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