Footprints in the Snow

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Contributor: Bob Skoggins

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I watched as the cold snow fell
And stuck to the waiting ground.
A wind whispered softly.

I opened my door with a creak,
A whirlwind of air and ice hitting me.
I smiled as I blinked into the white carpet
Weathered with small impressions left behind.

This time I will find you.
I see footprints in the snow.

The chain of tracks led me forward
Blindly into places I had never been
Like a train that couldn’t run out of steam.

It was by the frozen river
That I found you silently waiting.
The snow stopped and you smiled.

We can go back now, we’ll find our way.
I see footprints in the snow.

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