FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW

The brisk nip in the air,

as we trudge in the snow.

We feel an icy wind on our faces

as it pummels our bodies.

Someone else has done it.

We follow the footsteps,

a frozen trail in the snow.

THE TREE

The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the sun.
Its leaves glow in the waning afternoon light.
Soon the sun will leave yellow trails
around the tree’s massive trunk
as it sets for the day.
The shadows grow longer.
The colors become dimmer.
The sun bows its head goodbye.
Looming shadows signal the next stage.
The glow of the moon takes center stage.
The tree spreads its limbs wide
to absorb the light of the rising moon.

THE PATH

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The path to the unknown.

Take it to the end.

No right or left turns.

Only straight ahead.

The light glimmers.

It beckons to us.

We must follow it.

We have no choice.

The end is waiting.