The Snow
Falling through
The Air
Low Clouds hanging near
Warmer here
Than when the wind howls
Across a stark Blue Sky
Calm out here
On The Trail
Revealed Only by the
Footprints
Running ahead of me
Fading
Eventually
By the new Falling
Snow
Easy to lose your way
When a white blanket
Softens every inch
Of The Foothills
Acuity Clear
As the miles
Cure Anxieties
Of a week hard trodden
No truer sense of Purpose
Than keeping one foot
Steady in front of
The Other.
