Snowy prints
Down the ramp
Whose are they?
Some wild scamp
Perhaps fox
Or wild cat —
Which of you
Would do that?
‘Cross the street
Off you’d go
River-ward
Through the snow
While I slept
There you trod
All unseen
But by God
But, by God,
Prints reveal
You exist
You are real
You are close
You are bold
I must ask
Aren’t you cold?
Today’s roll of the dice: JOYFUL, POEM, NATURE, STRANGER
I decided to write a Cethramtu Rannaigechta Moire, an Irish poetic form that requires 3 syllable lines in quatrains. The second and fourth lines rhyme.
Also, I decided to look back at the photos on my phone for the first nature photo that wasn’t the moon and use that as additional inspiration.
I am perpetually cold this time of year. It was -7 when I first looked at the temp this morning. Hence the last line.
Hot Dogs and Marmalade 
Sally this is a delightful poem! I love these Irish forms!! We have warmed up to 32F but everything is coated in ice! Going to church this morning initiated prayers!!
What a lovely poem, Sally! 💞💞💞