By surprise, the snow
takes the night and by morning
nothing is the same
as it was—that’s what it’s like
falling in love. Everything
is the same, only
it isn’t. A steller’s jay
flies bluely through
the new world. Everything
is out there, waiting
for you to discover it again.
There are footprints
in the snow that
aren’t yours. Follow them.
What a thoughtful write
Keep on it👍👍👍👍👍👍👍
I’ll be glad if you could check out my new piece
thank you for all the thumbs up! And I will check out your site.
Oh how I love this poem of yours. I borrowed from it to post three separate “Quote of the Day”s on our menu board at work.
To me, your closing lines (There are footprints… Follow them.) are reminiscent of Rumi.
thank you friend … so glad you like the poem, and I liked the shot on FB of walking in the snow! I have a few of those of my own!