Today just a poem, in all its brevity.
As We Change
by Ahniwa Ferrari
03 December 2010
We laid a track through the snow and behind us
followed the memories of footsteps.
Wet leaves at dusk, white snow gleam,
and the crunch of windfall under boots;
pure joy of the dog’s dance in the fields.
We follow the same paths
though every day they are different,
and so, too,
are we.