Little Noticings – Everyday Poems
Footsteps in The Snow By Margaret Aitken
I saw some footsteps in the snow.
Who left them there?
Where do they go?
I followed them over a hill,
past sleepy grass, icy and still,
on through the field with crunching boots,
down to a hole under some roots.
The owner didn’t greet me there,
to say “Come in, pull up a chair.”
And though I like to socialize,
there was an issue with the size
of their front door which was quite small
(around the size of one golf ball)
and so, I wrote there in the snow
a note that simply said “Hello!”