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.