A poem for all who walk on winter days.

Winter Walk




a trail of wet footprints
line the road leading
to the empty bus stop
the student long gone
on this last day of school
before the winter break
yet the mark of his
waiting remains etched
under my feet

I step in each footprint
as I walk along
unburdened
by heavy backpacks
and final exams
simply following a student's
footsteps as we each walk
our separate paths
along the same road

a quiet sense of 
companionship
encircles my heart
as I continue past
the empty bus stop
leaving my own set 
of prints for the next
traveler to follow
on his winter walk