From the sky, on a cold, winter day,

Snow falling, white as it lay,

Windy, as branches from the trees

Sing together, a winter scene.

A place to visit each year at this time,

Hike from the road to a cabin alone.

I make my way through the snow as it

Builds, hurry, I must before I am lost,

I see some most beautiful sites as my

Footprints are left behind in the snow

To rest,

I’m here, a woodpile already chopped

Last year for this quiet visit far away.

Inside, where a warm fire is made to

Begin my time away from the loud world,

In the morning, a walk into the white

Covered woods, winter is shown to

All things.

Footprints in the snow, amazing when

You look around, they are a part

Of you,

My feet follow me, leaving tracks of white,

Deep imprints that will fade with time,

Footprints in the snow, once here but then

In a moment gone, just footprints in the snow.

Keith Garrett