WL Schuett

Edge of a clearing

 memories lost

in the silence of the snow 

at the edge of a clearing 

thoughts of long ago 

 

as I trudged through the snow 

looking back on my tracks 

just as I look back on the feelings

that times left intact 

 

a break in a bough 

the snap of a branch 

the essence of winter 

lost in a trance 

 

something\'s last forever 

time , space and love 

remarkable the idleness 

fallen from above 

 

intrinsic the nature

of maiden eyes 

haunted by suspicions 

ravaged by lies 

 

late in the day 

shadows stretched afar 

sometimes things aren\'t just 

wrong or right 

they just are ....