Passage  

In another time, through
another way- listen to the wind,
carry these leaf like words away.
Endless miles twist behind us,
thousands left to go, this life is
like leaving footprints behind, two
at a time- in the windswept snow.
Somehow sadness makes us
hollow, yet trials add to the soul.
Walking along quietly, people
floating by, these leaf like
fragile existences- one at a
time, into the iridescent blue
white winter sky..

© 2006 Ryan Baier