We gathered cones, branches
Breaking the fragrant pine
As powder snow fell

Soft on our mind
As the steps of the hare
Out for a stroll.

His ears high antenna
Frozen for a moment
In beams of sun.

We knelt and watched
As he turned to go
Against the white glisten glare

And wondered where he’d
Spend the night in cold-
Find the food to survive.

Dave Barber