The shadows

In the light
capturing lights and shadows
in the dark

Flowing shadow

running on the ground at dawn

gone with dusk

Write with shadows
erase with light

The trail, part two

Tasting spring

in the melting snow

sweet and bitter

Avoid the fallen

do not let it taint

you can be fallen too

"You got to focus!", they screamed.

Choice in snow

hard to hide

easy to erase

The trail, part one

Stairway

to the top of things,

and to the bottom

Bent by winter wind

frozen and nowhere to go

- friends all around

Walk the winter road

of year and life

Letters on wood

you and me forever

when you are gone

The wait

"It's only a matter of time now", he said.

Isn't it always?