The Sneeze

(This post was written several weeks ago.)

The woods had been muffled

By stunning white cotton

and downy feathers of snow.
I had been fighting a cold
and therefore avoiding people.

All that I heard 

was the squeak of my boots

and the click of my camera.

But THEN suddenly,

somewhere a tree

sneezed

shaking white crystals all around
my shoulders.

(Click on photo if you want a sneeze in your face.)