What says winter more clearly than the delicate imprints left behind in fresh snow? As I arrived home one cold evening, the air sharp and quiet, I glanced down and noticed the ground softly stitched with tiny tracks. Little bird feet had danced across the snow, crisscrossing and looping in gentle patterns. The cold had stilled the world just enough to make these marks feel intimate and fleeting, as if winter itself had paused to leave a note.

The snow held their impressions like lace pressed into white fabric–fragile, intricate, and naturally beautiful. In that moment, the chill didn’t feel harsh; it felt magical. There was excitement in discovering those small signs of life, proof that even in the coldest season, the world is still busy, still moving, still creating quiet art beneath our feet.

What do you enjoy noticing in the snow? Is it animal tracks, snow-covered branches, or the way footprints tell the story of who passed by before you? What kinds of art does winter inspire for you? Maybe you’ve built a favorite snowman, seen a particularly charming one, or captured a snowy moment that made you smile.

If you’d like to share, please feel free to email me–I would love to feature your winter moments here as well. And now, here’s a poem about snow.

The Track

BY ALLISON WHITE

Of course it is the absence

that is so beautiful.

Human or animal, the snow

will fall and cover her

tracks.

Maybe each word

is a footprint filling up

with snow.

I was here, meaning

I am disappearing.