Footprints in the Snow (2)
Footprints in the Snow
A single set
A straight line
Up an embankment
Disappearing into the trees atop
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 through the snow into the trees?
Where was he or she going?
What would possess them to do this?
I drew heavily on my cigarette
exhaling through my nose
It hadn’t Snowed for many days
No telling how long the
Footprints
had been there
Where did they lead to?
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
exhaling through my nose
Was he or she still out there?
Alone
Lost
Terrified
Cold
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 dropped the butt to the road
snuffing it out with my boot
the red glow disappeared
It started to Snow
It Snowed well 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
Up an embankment
Disappearing into the trees atop
I drew heavily on my cigarette
exhaling through my nose
December 14, 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.