Walk On

It’s a January morning, season not yet shifting, snow is still sifting, it falls beautifully, past branches of evergreen, as I snowshoe into a forest serene, just a walk in the woods, away from the shoulds, but now the snow fall has stopped, and so have I, feels like my world takes a sigh, where I sit tracks tell me an elk has passed by, a small snow-covered evergreen brings me a sense of calm, knowing it will likely be here long after I am gone, brings a comfort as I rise and walk on.