On Snow

As a child
trudging through snow
I loved the blank page
of fresh fallen snow,
beautiful in its vast whiteness.
I hated to see footsteps
mar earth’s cloak of white
and when I walked
I tried to fit
my feet into
paths already made.
Yet now I know
muddied steps
through fields of white
yield to the muddied
strength of spring.

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