On a bent , winter road,
unsure of the fork, or curve,
sometimes unsure if I’m
even on the path at all,
or just following the tracks
of those who have been before.
Are they travelling the same?
Putting faith in a stranger’s marks.
I won’t know
until I get there;
wherever “there” is.
I’m going to find out.
Concentrate
on putting
one foot
in front
of the other.
Stay warm and don’t die.
There’s so much to see.
You wouldn’t recognize
this place in spring time.
I think it’ll be late
coming this year.
Keeping the company
of the Moon and two ravens.
Winter pathway sentinels
watch me
as I move on.
HG – 2019
Great post 😁