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!”