Traveler

Three paths mingled upon the whitened way,

Freshly covered with bright new drifts of snow.

One turned in along path of darkened gray

There just about half-way to mine, I know.

I walked to where my pathway split aside

Next to the other footprints threading yon.

I trudged ahead always stepping beside

Those other prints, then noted they went on

Past my path, imprints beyond my vision

In the moon glow and puddles of streetlight.

I did not care, for my firm decision

Was to snuggle into warmth that cold night.

And yet, I hope a friendly smile was there

To welcome, to greet, the unknown traveler.

Copyright by Myrna Trauntvein. Please credit me as author.