Footsteps

Northward by starlight -
Electric sparks out of forgotten legends
Blazing across eternities of white,
Endless fields of slippery white,
Where flurries once raged
But now only their shadow remains.
Careful footsteps,
Hoping not to slip and slide,
Eyes more focused on the horizon
Than the next stone, the next ice patch.
Slow blur of polar movement,
A mother and her cub,
Far off blots against the stars,
The deep, magestic stars
Flickering in and out,
In and out in the flash of an eyelash.

Eastward in sun's glare -
Rising, spinning, floating orb
Washing out the old remembered blue
Into a vast colorless stretch,
Almost yellow against the orange,
The red, the bronze that eats up half the sky.
Shifting footsteps,
Moving across sand and gold-brass reflection,
Trying to keep atop each new dune
And keep eyes where they can see.
Each blur of motion darts away again,
Scaley skin and camouflage,
Leaving tracks in the hot sand,
The crisp white-gold-hot reflective sand
Blaring back at the brightness of a sun
That blinds wandering eyes.

Southward to cool clouds -
Fluffy white sailboats on a blue sea,
A tranquil sea, unmoving, relaxing,
Beautiful in its peace and ease,
With bright contrasting Q-tip heads
Creating shade and calm and rest.
Easy footsteps,
Sliding through tall grass and green trees,
Looking with a smile to their tops
And not at the brush at their roots.
The flicker of a feather
And the echo of birds chittering back and forth
As they take off into the clouds,
Floating, hovering, shifting, motionless,
White balls of soft cusioned safety
For weary, long-traveled feet.

Westward toward orange -
The orange, pink, and purple cast clouds
That surround the setting sun,
A sun sinking, alone, away from gray
Fading into black further along,
Sinking toward its well-earned slumber.
Weary footsteps,
Through a world filled with old green
And new gold, red, burgandy floorcovering,
Though eyes travel upward to the source.
A distant, dissonant whinny
And a hairy tail switching over smooth brown skin
And the magnificant creature darts into the distance,
Which glistens more purple now,
Fading into midnight blue and velvet black,
As night and rest thankfully approaches.

Northward by starlight -
Miniature lights that illumiate the quest for something
I haven't seen before.