December Past

I still remember when we walked The winding roadways where we talked, And faintly sounding at our feet, December snow would crunch beneath Each footfall forged a lasting sound With tracks too deep to touch the wind; They softly whisper from the ground Of journeys there and back again As I look now with older eyes, I see the woods in white disguise, And frozen farmland stretching wide— An icy veil beneath the sky And still a feeling stops my thoughts, When for a moment I can hear Your feet beside me as I walk, Though turning I find no one near So many hues have gone away, But dreams of white will never fade, Nor moments mirrored by the glow Of northern stars and falling snow.