A five-minute poem for you...
Footsteps
it’s the footsteps that remind me
walking
in the snow
ever falling in dancing clusters
it makes me think
remember, recount
the numerous events
ending in this day
where the ocean roars
carrying me ever forward
I can begin again
just here
in this endless drift
of petals swimming
towards a darkening
only I can see
and so I exist
where these footsteps tell me
I am walking backwards
into my past
copyright Vickie Johnstone
