“You can track those gone before, having carved a path in the fallen snow. At least in the early morning winter hours, when the snow showers have subsided. Only hoping they are leading where you want to go.” Gun Roswell
Barely visible imprints in the snow
Leaving behind, a soft glow
Only to be trying to follow the flow
With a pace certainly set to slow
“There is something about running in just the wool socks on your feet to the outside, the softness of the snow felt against the soles. But the bad thing is, the socks will eventually get wet, so there is that. Boots would have been better.“ Gun Roswell
Footfalls, made by Soft Socks
The freshly fallen snow inviting, there is no fighting agains the lure, of pure white fluff, the flakes falling all over the place, even the face
And when in a hurry, carefree and without a worry, shooting oneself to the outside, to the open wide in a rush, well, forgetting to put on proper wear, the care soon in place
As the woolly socks and the velour frock are hardly the best combo, for an outing around the hood, no matter how good it might have felt taking the first few steps on the fresh of the snow
Because after so many steps, the sleet beneath the soft and fluffy, soon turning into something naughty, the soggy socks, the cold and damp, setting in, shaking and hovering wanting only to go back in
Honestly, put some boots on, while venturing out there into a weather strong, as winter and all that cold snow, otherwise for days you will your nose have to blow
“The footfalls on the snowy ground made from soft steps possibly taken with woolly socks from the drawer recently found” Gun Roswell
The fresh footfalls in the snow
The slippery and wet sleet and the cold and icy snow a combination which each other in the winter will always follow, but neither type will matter as it is quite easy to leave a splatter of soft marks after having visited the outs, as the imprints for any passerby, who can immediately tell, someone else has walked this snowy trail of a path before. And perhaps with that specific knowledge, they too will get the confidence, of moving along inside those very steps and in the process making a good kind of a choice. Then again, they might simply be there left by someone who was in a hurry to catch the bus or someone trying to get to the store to get some stuff. But just in case these footfalls on the middle of the road, might just lead to somewhere very special and unique, then following them would be a great feat, as the adventure might just be on the beginning. So whatever you decide to do, with or without a shoe, simply follow the steps already marked on the ground and things you lost might just be found.
“Tuesdays come and go, but they are no foe of mine” Gun Roswell
Footfalls in the snow
Imprinting the freshly fallen snow
Left behind in a soft glow
Trying hard to follow the flow
But with a pace set as slow
“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours. ”
Footfalls in the snow
Imprints, in the freshly fallen snow
Leaving, after them, a very soft glow
Trying hard to follow, in this eternal flow
With my own pace, set, completely, to a very slow
Posted in the Daily Post: Chaos
Challenges, Photography, Poetry and Humour
“The task of art today is to bring chaos into order”
Theodor Adorno
Chaos for the Daily Post
Footfalls
Every which way
Chaos
Will come as it may
POSTED IN MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #50
Poetry, Photography, Humour
“Life tends to be an accumulation of a lot of mundane decisions, which often gets ignored” David Byrne
Passageway
Posted in the Daily Photo series
Poetry & Photography
“Why does February feel like one big Tuesday?” ― Todd Stocker
Three
Follow the trail
Of footfalls like braille
You won’t get lost
In the deepest frost
Follow your instinct
Without resistance
On the path stay
And your journey
Like play
Rantings Of A Third Kind 