A snowy man walked into town.
With him, a lynx, badger, and tall bull elk.
His pipe was always lit,
fragrant cherry clouds following him and his friends.
The elk drew the most attention, as the badger was smallish
and the lynx was a mistress of hidden places.
The man never gave his name,
but he also never challenged questions put to him.
He was able to answer you without answers,
and you'd leave him, fulfilled with some truth or other,
of your making or his.
His smile was as warm as his pipe.
His eyes had the spark of the bowl,
but were as black as the briar.
The snowy man stayed a day shy of a week.
And as he left deep past midnight
on that sixth day,
a warm spell came through and
robins, ivy, and cherry blossoms
all were seen that next week.
We don't know the way he left -
no tracks of lynx, badger, elk, or man were ever found.
Something for a snowy day.
