floating free,
the ground waiting impatiently
for its snowy blanket.
the first footstep
breaking the virgin plain
tempting each and every step.
A glance backward to view the artistry
and symmetry of a casual walk.
Then as the sun melts
the white envelope engulfing all we survey
The footsteps slowly vanish
the evidence disappearing.
And no-one knows
that anyone has been there at all.