White driven soft snow with no direction had fallen
On a cold settled January bitter remorseless day
And I left a familiar road to go crawlin'
Along this path with bare trees that was called Destination Way.
Under soft clouds and a crisp defined blue high sky
I left small footprints and then saw a face in a window
Reminding me it was a time long ago that I had said good-bye
To that old streetlight which was still there to curate a change to sow.
© 2023 Marjorie J. Levine
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