Tiny prints in the snow;
It's too dark to see where they go.
Imprints in the snow - flat driveway...
No one had come out to play,
So off it went to only goodness knows.
The cold, bitter and keen
Fluffs up the birds and critters unseen
Except for the prints in the new-fallen snow;
Seeking shelter and love and a place out of the cold.
How like the animals, birds and things
We humans are down in our heartstrings.
We seek love will nurture and unfold,
And take us in, out of the cold.