Footprints

Today it snows. After having temps in the mid fifties for days, and an all night rain, so that I rise early in gray listening to rain in the downspouts. That trickling as others sleep still. Jackson 14 and Lisa my love. In their own dreams while I coffee it. Sad down music going on the stereo.

But now this afternoon is filled with snow and ice crusts. A wet snow and heavy. Walking down the stairs in front of me are footprints in snow. Deep. Pressed down to pavement. Thin.

These are memories of someone who came before on a different earth. Memory of the snow which is never the same snow an instant later. But morphed, the memory remains....a bit.