Monday, May 13, 2013

The Quiet Unmarked Path

The Quiet Unmarked Path

Here's a true silence
Drifting down like fine snowflakes
Collecting around
My tree, cooling me
As I perch on this lowest
Limb trying to see
The lines of all things.

Among things I hope I see,
Footprints may appear,
May lead me further
On this quiet unmarked path.
In the drifting snow.

Written January 18, 2009 9:23 AM
First Posted June 21, 2009

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