Shadow Footprints

Work in progress

Autumn Roads
His road met mine
As we meandered through Autumn.
Our paths distinct
We travelled together.
With Winter our paths diverged
His back from where he came
Mine onward into the snow.
Our paths may meet again
Somewhere in the distance
But for now I travel alone.
The snow is falling
I cannot see ahead
But Spring, I know,
Is just around the corner.

- shadowfoot,