What was left behind

I thought about you yesterday

Christmas Eve

and the day before

And today

When the snow lay

Soft and silent on the

rolling hills

I wondered if you were happy

I thought about you

As I put on my boots

And left the house

Heading up towards the crest

of Jump Off Joe mountain

You’d look up and say

But this is just a hill

And you’d be right

To an old man a hill like this

is mountain enough to climb

On a cold winter day

Sloughing through snow drifts

Ankle high

Thinking thoughts of yesterday

Days gone by

What was left behind

At the top

I turn and stare down

From whence I came

My breath making puffs

Of vapor in the clear air

Disappearing as quick

As they are formed

Unlike my thoughts of you

Which stay with me

As I make my way back down

Stepping in the tracks I’ve made

An easier proposition altogether

Going back the way you came

But perhaps I should have

Tried a new track

What might I have found?

I thought about you yesterday

Christmas Eve

and the day before

And today

When the snow lay

Soft and silent on the

rolling hills

And wondered if you were happy