Footprints in the Snow

This poem was written for the woman who became my wife. She also introduced me to poetry. When I looked at our footprints in the snow I thought to myself "That looks just like a poem."

Footprints in the Snow


As we parted on your doorstep,
I lingered a moment or so,
to gaze upon the impressions,
of our footprints in the snow.

I followed them home in reverie,
as a tale they told of love;
a story of sweetest passion,
the envy of gods above.

I could almost hear your laughter,
as the path meandered there.
My arm was around your shoulder;
my lips caressed your hair.

Such magnitude of ecstasy,
like lava began to flow.
I’d think it all a dream except,
for our footprints in the snow.