Prairie Snow

Prairie Snow

I recall those deep footsteps
in the prairie snow.
To where they shall lead I
dare not know?
The day is filled with blinding
whiteness all around.
The nights are cold and silent,
with not a creature around.
Whispers upon a dream tell
their riddle of flashing images.
I recall those deep footsteps
in the prairie snow
to where they shall lead
I dare not go.
I stare out my window
watching snowflakes hover
then fall, covering those
traces of places where
people once strolled.
But now are silent and
cold.
Listen - Can you hear
the wind blow. . .

Nov 7/96