Like a quiet snowfall in the night
nature is hushed and covered
quiet
blanket
white
while crystal clear icicles hang
dripping from eaves
slowly
in the December sun.

Do I dare disturb the unmarked beauty
with the dirtiness of my steps?

Must I venture out to leave my mark on the world?

Or shall I just sit and watch
for once

Just enjoy the beauty
someone else left for all of us to enjoy
before another fleeting day
melts it all away?