winter journey

I walk
this snow covered path
along the gently flowing creek
I know well.
counting the footprints,
I remember
those who have gone before me.
with each step
I make my own mark,
a nameless legacy.
and I wonder
if maybe,
just maybe,
those who come after
will count these footprints
and remember
me.

sometimes.

 

sometimes,
I pause
and look around me.
in the midst of these days,
rushing from one place
to the next.
and I remember,
if only for a moment:
you truly love us.