SNOW TREK
Crisp crackling surrender
greets each footfall
almost as if it yearns
to be defiled.
Journeying on
I leave
an imprint
of my progress –
I tread defiantly
towards my goal.
Returning, I observe
my very own
ice-moulded tread –
almost as if
my journey
had been frozen
in time.
Malcolm Evison
14 January 2010
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