Footsteps in snow

In the land of spring where hope was born it's gift - release of winter's hold. The sun of summer lost its luster following some how., days take a low bow, streaked trials all but lost. Now the days shorter than a lit match' dream. a moment caught in light tho' weak, just a ray. Dark hooded and clothed in a fallen snow, Christmas always wished it just that way. Hand sore from barbed wire's wretched greeting, on a winter's walk I wandered on. Pink glow of youth' robust cheek, sure of foot, still searching time's meaning of So long. My father's stride now recognized, though stronger than in memory's glow.. intersected my own low stuttered step printed before me in light gathering snow. Will landscape of winter's white recall my feet, as I walk the trail where foot steps converge again. Years on, still hold my children's hands.. awed in perfect artistry of falling weight and wind. Tell you once in awhile, while lookin' away.. just at a whisper when you're near, thanks for bein' here.. Christmas always wished it just that way.