Across the Crisp White Snow

Across the Crisp White Snow
By: James Dubeau

Across the crisp white snow
A thin black trail leads the way
Down a familiar path
One which I have been down before
Where I shall return again
If the fates do wish to smile
Upon me on this day
For as it seems the way it is
That I shall never end this trek
The trail is long and I am tired
Only colored splotches seem to urge me on
Sprouting up from my footsteps
No longer is this enough
As the naked tree beckons me
Wanting me to rest upon her trunk
Curled up under the leafless limbs
Letting the sun fall behind the hills
Where the trail dares to lead
Off into the distance