As I was putting my dog outside one day,
I realized how perfect my backyard looked in the moment.
The snowflakes that were falling from the clouds
Enough for one to notice, but subtle enough so you’re not distracted From the rest of the scene
My backyard
The same backyard that’s littered with wiffle balls in the spring
The one with lounge chairs and hammocks in the summer.
And the one hidden by a thin layer of snow
That my dog is destroying with every step.
But the flakes don’t seem to notice.
Because they continue to fall from the sky.
Nestle themselves in between blades of grass, and other snowflakes Erasing the paw prints
Like she wasn’t even there.