Winter Art


Winter Art

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 (, via Wikimedia Commons