Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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.

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