April Haiku #3746

My wheels keep turning

missing their grip on the ice

my tractions but gone

freedom of snowflake

as it wanders through the sky

lost in common drift

my footsteps linger

in the freshly fallen white

disappear quickly

older brothers tired

fall from the weight of the snow

listlessly to ground

winter to humble

to keep secrets in layers

frozen in deep frost

movement may have slowed

life in ice to a cold crawl

but movement is there