I walk gently

The white snowflakes
Gently fall to the earth.
They are big, fat and wet
Sticking to the ground.

They stick to each other.
They cover and blanket the earth.
I am unable to decipher 
their individual shape
among the many crowded underfoot.

I walk gently.
The freshly fallen snow
Pristine, untouched by another.
I do not want to disturb
the perfect symmetry
of smooth white
hugging the earth
Masking and taking shape
of whatever object they land on.

I decide my path of travel
to make an imprint
A mark of life that is there
Inhabiting this space
Disturbing the untouched earth.
I must walk on.