Tuesday, December 25, 2012

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

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