Some time in the stealth of the night
or maybe it was just after dusk or before the light of dawn,
something moved across the depth of the new-fallen snow.
Art appeared on the white canvas,
patterns of prints—wild and free–
swirls, curves, circles intertwined,
some intent unknown to man.
While I slept, artistry was created.
When I woke, surprise and wonder,
the artist unknown,
the art nevertheless a winter miracle.
© Barbara Flass 2014
Photo credit: Richard Dorrell [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons