An uncharted path
pristine white snow
—a blanket spread
—a quilt of dazzling snowflakes
knitted without a needle or thread.
Many paths that we walk in life
we never intentionally
set out to traverse.
we may not have accepted
YET—the way we had to find and discover
while knee deep in the path’s center.
Stepping with a silent anticipation
—the snow rises above the ankle
—the next step sinks in
and powder gathers to the hips.
The wind howls
releasing speckles of frosty drops
clinging to eye lashes.
Branches click then clack together
seeming to laugh aloud
at the site.
Proceeding, more slowly
every day steps taken for granted
—now gliding, slipping, stumbling
across this path
a satiny sheet of white.
—a visible pattern
etched between tree trunks.
Does it matter?
The beauty of the landscape
even with its
invites the walker
to press onward.
begins to fall
and once again
the path unseen.
Yet, for the walker
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