Footprints in the Snow (1)
Footprints in the Snow
A single set
A straight line
Across an open field
Disappearing into the forest beyond
I lit a cigarette
As far as the eye could see
the Snow was undisturbed
except for that single set of
Footprints
I began to wonder
Why would anyone walk across this open field?
Where was he or she going?
What would possess them to do this?
I drew heavily on my cigarette
blowing smoke rings into the still air
It hadn’t Snowed for days
No telling how long the
Footprints
had been there
Where did they end?
What was beyond the tree line?
Was it some
magical rendezvous place
or
a lonely, empty space?
Finality?
Perhaps
I drew heavily on my cigarette
blowing smoke rings into the still air
Was he or she still out there?
Alone
Lost
Afraid
or
was there another way out?
As far as My eyes could see
the Snow was undisturbed
except for that single set of
Footprints
I drew heavily on my cigarette
I tossed the butt aside
It melted into the Snow and
disappeared
It started to Snow
It Snowed the rest of the day and into the night
The next morning
I walked back to that spot
where I had seen the
Footprints
I lit a cigarette
Footprints in the Snow
A single set
A straight line
Across an open field
Disappearing into the forest beyond
I drew heavily on my cigarette
blowing smoke rings into the air
December 13, 2013
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Footprints in the Snow
PoetryTwo sets of footprints in the fresh snow. A man and a woman looking for something they lost years before.
