Let your eyes look forward;

fix your gaze straight ahead.

Carefully consider the path for your feet,

and all your ways will be established.

Proverbs 4: 25-26

Slippery steps on a treacherous hill, 

             stinging kisses of flurries squinting my eyes,

In the peaceful gift of the wintery night,

            considering the path is simple self preservation.

A gasping laugh and an unexpected slide, 

           a thrill of the brush of reality 

                            hovering in the depths 

                                    of the dark, abandoned trail.  

A joy in traveling the dusky night,

           following the steps of one who's gone before.