They don’t belong to me
but I claim ownership –
these prints in the snow that bear my mark.
Perhaps I was here last night
in that dream I have
where the world has turned to whitened ash
and stillness.
If I retrace my steps, perhaps I can wander
back into the land of the living.
photo credit: steviesmith #
Trees snapped their fingers -
snow, crisp when a foot went through -
almost holding -
sun in its relentless task
softening a glistening carpet,
overlooked an iron gate
and bearded post.
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Footsteps
They don’t belong to me
but I claim ownership –
these prints in the snow that bear my mark.
Perhaps I was here last night
in that dream I have
where the world has turned to whitened ash
and stillness.
If I retrace my steps, perhaps I can wander
back into the land of the living.
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