“The crisp of the air greeting your lungs, the freshly fallen snow covering nature all around, silence as nothing else is a wake, not yet… this is winter at its best, the early morning hours, just around sunrise” Gun Roswell

Early winter morning
Early, before the dawning
Fresh tracks in the powdery snow
Carefully found before the wind blows

The snowflakes frozen
Glazed against the window
Ski tracks on the ground
But not a soul to be found

The crescent moon
Present before noon
But not far behind
The sun with its shine