They seem to appear from nowhere,
like just magically flew there with snow,
gliding down ever so gently.
They seem to lead to nowhere,
just carrying on,
without a destination.
One step at a time,
leaving a footprint,then another, and another.
Suddenly,
a sign of a hesitation,
where to turn,what route to take.
And the footprints continue.
But the road unmarked they go on,
to the land unknown,
to the mysteries unsolved.
The footprints are new,
the only ones in the virgin snow,
sinking deep into the white snow blanket.
They seem to carry on forever,
slowly - yet determined.
And then - they are gone again.
Nowhere to be found,
just vanished into a thin frosty air.
Like a whisper in a Nordic skies,
echoes from the fells surrounded.
The footprints,
the footprints.
Anneli Laulumaa,
4.12.2017
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