Saturday, February 6, 2016

Footprints in the Snow

You came on silent footsteps
leaving footprints in the snow.
The door flew open at your touch
as though in answer
to a hidden desire.
You warmed the cabin
that too long held the cold.
We sat and talked
sipping hot tea
that needed no honey.
Solitude became a friend
after you left
your footprints in the snow.

--Marian Gordon