Friday I went cross country skiing for about an hour on a local golf course. The snow tells many stories. A fox had trotted across the field, straight and sure, not meandering along like a dog. I imagined her route and the destination. Maybe she was looking for dinner.
In another spot, I saw the last moment of a rabbit frozen in the snow. There was a small depression where the snow had melted from his body heat. Fur lay embedded in the snow- soft and brown. A hawk must have made off with the dear creature because there were no tracks nearby. A moment caught in the open - one creature's life sails away to become another.
So much of nature plays out just beyond our view. We need to look and look again. We need to listen to the stories hidden in the snow. Then we can begin to understand so much.
Take a moment to take a look. Share it here in the comments.

                                                         Silent stories in the snow                                                                                                                      of mice and men

and creatures in between.

Common tales of tiny prints,

seeking shelter,

seeking food.

Long shadows cast:

tree and bush

weave their yarns.

Snows drift in flowing waves-

voiceless myths embrace the land.

Ice holds council with rock

in hushed whispers,

 shares the lore

of eons past.

Storytellers all:

though not a word

sounds-

a wisdom

keeps her

silent

tales.

Hadley Mt. 1/13/01