Footprints
It's winter time.
Frosty, snowy, magical.
You're walking along a path,
treading lightly, jumping over snowdrifts
as if you were carried by the swirling particles.
Snowflakes settle on your coat,
like crystal hair clips they decorate your hair.
The warmth of your breath brings the air to life
and your footprints -
light, carefree, joyful
remain in memory forever.
Copyright © Miroslaw Eric Sulkowski | Year Posted 2020
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