Poem by Sophie Barbier

A field covered in snow, a mirror of white,
The silence of a cold winter’s morning.
The sun sparkling bright, with silver finesse,
Your eyes sting, but you stare nonetheless.
You can’t look away, so you stare at the tracks,
A perfect straight line, coyote perhaps.
I want to capture the silence, capture the peace,
Keep it safe in my head and my heart.
So when the day starts and the magic is broken
I’ll remember, this morning’s start.

by Sophie Barbier