bitter cold
bites at my face
as darkly
I wander
through the fresh snow
which like a crystalline blanket
lies
smooth and frozen
lightly glistening
its perfect smoothness
broken only by
the footprints
of those
who have past
though the darkness
walking
scurrying
jumping
to some destination deep with the hovering trees
a deer and another and another
a rabbit perhaps
ah, the cat!
quick little quail prints
zigging and zagging en-mass
a turkey perhaps
or a wayward owl
I see them and smile
liking my companions on this journey
we leave footprints,
we do,
we creatures of the darkness
we leave footprints
as we wander toward the light
it is something to remember
may our footprints be light
and gentle
and may
they bring a smile
when someone crosses our
wandering path
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