Back from my short,
short walk in the fading light,
leaving footprints in the snow
to be buried by the night
now falling fast,
and to be swept aside
by rain tomorrow brings
to wash the infant winter away
from the dead autumn,
and my footprints on the snow
will last half a day
and the footprints on the Moon
a hundred thousand years.
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