Behind You Is Nothing

Driving snow
– inward - into the Soul
downward – into the earth, the body
comfortable in this cozy nest, to rest
Stop,
smell the fragrance in the mix
familiar like an old friend from far away
guard time and space for Self,
paws in the air, belly exposed,
protecting nothing but imagination and fantasy
behind you is Nothing
submit to Nature
thus metabolize Home
converging in one magnificent burst of Beauty
continue into the mist.