Footsteps

 


weeping
the crystal tears
of
yesterday,
i wander
through
the frosted,
brittle
grass
of autumn's
twilight days.

 

my trailing
footprints
leave
deep
hollows
in the emerald green
of summer's
growth.

 

each mark
proclaims
my passage ...

 

i have
walked
this way...

 

i left
my mark..

 

the path
appears
to wander,
aimlessly,
but
none
the
less,
my tracks
are visible
to all
who dare
to pass
this way.

 

'tis
not the
road
for everyone.

 


Liana Brittain
Dec. 3, 2002

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